A poem by Sieannan Bell... just how I'm feeling
TRANCE (September in the Desert)
The room is blue
with smoke and strange light
the music is beating
its body against mine
I dance all alone
aching
and arching
against pure sound
I vibrate and burn
to drum and chant
blissing out for hours
My skirt is tangled in my legs
My rings are tangled in my hair
I imagine the ground
Breaking open under my feet
I imagine the desert taking me in
Other bodies slide and swirl near my own
But I am nowhere to be found
I am drinking smoke and lost in trance
Somewhere out there
I hear the moon howl back at me
THEN
Coyote sister comes
dancing in disguise
witha clever smile
and laced up leather boots
right there in front of me
She rides the wave of steady sound
with tactile satisfaction
She's got crow feathers
dangling from her ears
She's got silver bells
ringing from her fingers
and the whole damn time
her body
is playing the blues for mine
and can you really tango
to trip-hop?
-because we did-
She laughed
LOW in her throat
a subtle growl
twisting and braiding
her tawny hair into mine
while we spun
cheek to cheek
bound together
then pulled apart
by the same dance
by the same rythm
of hips and hands
beautiful
spinning finally away
from me
until the room
was 3am empty
The air was blue
with smoke and strange light
the music was beating
its body against mine
I was dancing all alone
arching and aching
against pure sound
I was vibrating and burning
to drum and chant
pulsing out for hours
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