I – Dancer Woman laps up the space,
Licks the edges in gentle rolls,
Slowly stretches to full extreme,
Gathers bundles of energy In soulful arms.
II – Dancer Woman
She wades in tidal pools
And gathers miniature treasures of self-expression —
Enough to last for tomorrows.
III – Dancer Woman, oceanic,
Invites me to water’s edge
To taste her sensuous pleasures.
Hand in hand,
We wade in watery delight,
Ride cresting waves
Buoyant and bright.
I hold my breath and plunge
As she takes me into deepened shadows
Of other worlds.