Body Song Unsung (revised)

Why does music heat my blood?
Inside my head the throb of bass
rhythms vibrate to essence.
Speaks screams to each heightened nerve.
Body responds with movement
no thought.
Wildness shudders awake,
pulls againts restraints.

Why does this body want to do its
primal dance?
Under control, wrapped tight in duty.
So easy it is to fall,
back to primordial roots,
strong is the pull of pasts
passions.

Flesh tuned to the rhythm
Feeling the sweet pulse of finger tips
To cheek – neck – shoulder – heart, tracing
Songs traveling within,
hidden under skin,
stirred embers
that once was flame.

What fuel is swelling this desire
of mind
of body
stirs of memory,
Sweat, muscle, arms, thighs
Ache - Waiting – Anticipating –
(so missed),
Charged and blind to disapproving eyes.

Firm heavy hands on my shoulders;
could be yours.

Weight of life.

Open your eyes.


Music’s over