Slowly at first, then with
Absolute joyous abandon,
We slid off our shoes;
Hurled them, but gently,
Onto the sparkling slope.
Watched the rain fill them,
Inhabit them, change them.
… and we danced;
Danced like the young gods
Of a purer world;
Danced in the raw spaces between
The not-yet-written truths and rules.
Danced, feeling storm-thunder’s
Pulse-tide rhythms.
Danced while lightning forged
Crackling hot paths through
Our born again frames.
“in between spaces” – Love it! Great work!
How swirly and beautiful. Intense.
I can feel it