by Julie Forsey
The mood has softened.
From the ecstasy of release
we move to a calmer beat.
Our bodies highly charged with chaos,
we weave our limbs and circle;
palm close to tingling palm.
A delicious presence between our hands
entices us to keep the distance
not to break the force that binds us.
Leading, following, anticipating,
receiving just as we are.
Eyes bright, fingers trembling,
our sweat-soaked clothes can’t hide
the nakedness of our humanity,
the glory of our shining god-selves.
