between my knees
i hold you
palms open
i stroke your skin
circular gestures
warm
awaken
i tap
timidly
unsure
you respond
vibrational whisper
baritone
your reply
coaxes me
for more
i relax
more confident
tap again
around me
others echo
bass, tone, slap
eyes close
body sways
breath flows
hands beat
wrists pulse
feet tap
tempo quickens
euphonic tapestry
dulcet harmony
rhythms of the earth
colors of the rainbow
celestial crescendo
aural prisms beckon
voice of our origin
ancestral choir
together one
language of djembe
january 20, 2oo8
judithpiper
Friday, March 18, 2016
Friday, January 15, 2016
the rain today....
is
like
my
saliva
C
O
P
I
O
U
S
gravity pulls the rain
drop by drop
gravity pulls my body
cell by cell
the rain will
STOP
i hope my symptoms
do
the
same
S
T
O
P
the sun will shine again
in fact
it is shining now
the rain is just
a curtain
i cannot dance today
but i can envision dancing
sun or rain
yes
i will dance
in the rain
and let my dreams know
i haven't forgotten them...
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
If I were invincible...
If I were invincible
I'd visit a terrorist camp
I would bring music
Happy music
Feel good music
Music that makes your cells
Bounce
And while the music played
I would dance
Right there
In the middle of the training base
The true militants would be angry
Very angry
They would try to riddle my body with lead
But since I am invincible
No lead can harm me
And I dance
And I smile
And with my eyes
And with my hands
And with my body
I invite others
Won't you come dance, too?
Some militants
Who aren't really militants
But rather doubters
Slowly join in
And they dance
And they smile
And the true militants get angry
Very angry
And they try to riddle the doubters' bodies with lead
But since the doubters are dancing
They too are invincible
No lead can harm them
If I were invincible
That is what I would do
I'd visit a terrorist camp
I would bring music
Happy music
Feel good music
Music that makes your cells
Bounce
And while the music played
I would dance
Right there
In the middle of the training base
The true militants would be angry
Very angry
They would try to riddle my body with lead
But since I am invincible
No lead can harm me
And I dance
And I smile
And with my eyes
And with my hands
And with my body
I invite others
Won't you come dance, too?
Some militants
Who aren't really militants
But rather doubters
Slowly join in
And they dance
And they smile
And the true militants get angry
Very angry
And they try to riddle the doubters' bodies with lead
But since the doubters are dancing
They too are invincible
No lead can harm them
If I were invincible
That is what I would do
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