I.
Dancing in water, up to my ankles,
a surf of song moves me
to cracked conches
and a sudden suspended moment
that this dance may all there is.
II.
A ballet in woods’ shadows
upon feathers of ferns
stroking my thighs
and begging for more.
III.
Interpretive movements
suspended on breeze
where broomstick skirt
pulls me towards a kiting leap
into air.
IV.
Licked by flames,
beckoning belief
that to dance on coals,
like Joan, writhing on wonder
that body could dance so.
Author notes
Prompt: The Lost Dancer - Jean Toomer
Spatial depths of being survive
The birth to death recurrences
Of feet dancing on earth of sand;
Vibrations of the dance survive
The sand; the sand, elect, survives
The dancer. He can find no source
Of magic adequate to bind
The sand upon his feet, his feet
Upon his dance, his dance upon
The diamond body of his being.
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Beautiful piece, I loved how the dance was woven with the elemental fire, water, earth, wind... amazing imagery. Thank you for this wonderful entry in my contest!
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ty mallig. I do appreciate your comments and the HM
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"Licked by flames,
beckoning belief
that to dance on coals,
like Joan, writhing on wonder
that body could dance so."
Magnificent. Completely soulful & wondrous, my dear Friend. Ahhh, I would imagine you dance like Nuryev only wished he could. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. 
Wanda
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Nah, I want to dance in a circle of women.....they move good....lolol
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beautiful.
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ty, dear heart...
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