Dancer

Shall we dance. Arms extended, hands clasped, gaze locked. I press my body against his, my breasts rest easy on his chest. I relax into his embrace. My head lay at rest on his shoulder. His hand cupping my waist. He whispers, the words hit me ear. They ring. He steps. I follow. He turns me. I willingly spin. Controlled. Knowing we will meet in that sweet place. Gazed locked, chests pressed, we smile. My footwork is flawless, his words continue to intoxicate. I am spinning. The room is spinning. He is smiling. I am falling. I am sweetly mistaken. Hands clasped, his hand is cupping my waist, my leg extended. His final flourish, a dip.

Battle Call

New night. Old feelings.
A scared girl sharpens her tools.
Preparing to duel with a warrior woman.
They meet in a field where dreams die.
Hope lives.
Colors are murky.
Souls are blue.
Young girl poised for battle.
Silver chest plate.
Nerves of steel with sword to match.
Warrior woman carries flowers.
Eyes searching the sky, she is slow in her approach.
The battle stare is blinding.
Full force they run.
Her sword weighs her down.
The winds make confetti of the petals.
Winded & weighed they lock eyes again.
Blinding revelation.
They are the same.
They embrace…..
Girl & Woman.
Child & Mother.
Past & Present.