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
Category: Melissa’s Poetry
Heartbeat
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
Raising Men (A Series)
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
Deep and Down
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
Phasing Out
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