The ultimate danceA Poem by Jeannine Winklaar
Words reach the ear like a slow
tango uplifting the spirit Hands find their way wrapping words around fingers Clinging tight as not to ever let go of their meaning Penetrating bodies through soft skin - lingering in the centre - the core Spreading upwards, stretching spines drawing heads together, side by side Spreading downwards, lifting feet forming lines across the floor Words dance in hearts, his words, mine, ours Forming poetry, making music, dancing away reality Until there is that place, where one can dream freely, with no urge to awaken...
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Added on January 18, 2015 Last Updated on January 21, 2015 AuthorJeannine WinklaarAmsterdam, N-Holland, NetherlandsAboutI was born in Curaçao, lived in Aruba and I am now living in Amsterdam for the longest part of my life. I decided few years back to get energy from making poetry and painting. Best decision .. more..Writing
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