Dance

The way you move keeps me confused,always in time ,all the time.it is a pantomime that rules, what I think or feel,I can't know if its real.Back and forth its such a force simple and slow steady spiritual flow,I grasp it and it grasps me steadfast tightly a force of nature to be sure.Constricting like a great snake I am consumed, helpless wide eyed waiting to die,not wondering why, barely a question ,still no reply.Move again that rhythmic time,that which totally consumes me, rules me, took control of my mind and my soul.