Artistry baptized me in the rich soot of my arched foot Point, flex the muscles of my soul are strong and sacred and succulent and sometimes salient or esoteric but always struck by seduction and
Pulses of rhythm dance through my spine Beats of a bass drum press in— to mine Nurture this moment of two to one The heartbeat entwined: gu-gung gu-gung Depths of perception of here of there
Every day I walk out of my house, I lie. I strut as though my clothes are made of silks. My hips switch and sway and slap my silken svelte silhouette. Swoosh. Every day I
REFINE I would paint this life Multicolored angst, delight A dance with love’s cry RECOGNIZE You make me so proud When you tuck your face and sigh Recognizing “yours” RESPOND Breathe in ripened crops Sense
Rain collects and sits in silence. Absence. Belly rumbles and remembers. Embers. Thighs collapse and then collide. Surprise. Thoughts run free and compress, compact. Intact. Keep cool. Submit to time. Sublime.
My muscles clench and contract Around you My soul whines and wails With and without you My heart cries and calls Out your name Deep and down My eyes shine and soak You in, all
From the time I was 5 years old, I wanted nothing more than to perform — dance, sing, act, whatever — and that’s exactly what I did with my life until August 2005. But that