Day 31

( Cross Posted )

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Tiny grains of gold
under unforgiving sun
as far as the eye can see
the warmth of life
in arid plains
and yet they dance
on the breath of a gentle wind
yet ware their beautiful dance
for should the wind choose it
their dance will strip the flesh
from your very bones
But revel for now
knowing that even in this
barren landscape
there is life
and you are not alone

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Sway with me
to this gentle breeze
let the music be
just our simple hearts
beating as one
quickening as we flow
our rhythm easy
our bodies knowing
without words
where the next step will lead
Sway with me
and let us see
where the wind will lead

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The dance of the seven veils
is as nothing
to the way you move
arms raised
hips sway
your body rapt
wrapped
in waves of sound
it invades your senses
caresses your flesh
hypnotises your bones
guides you unthinking
into this dance
that leaves me breathless