viernes, 8 de abril de 2016

MELTING



while dancing I feel
I am melting into

solid promise of the floor
light density of the space,
music from within the movement
warm waves of time

we all become one
with the slowest blow of air that meets us on its way

they overcome
what used to be
me
and the only remaining trace of this out of date
I, my, me, mine
is the wish

vibrating desire
to keep melting into this endless inner joy
once the music seems to be over

As if happiness could ever stop


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