The Dancer
You
want to be danced
through me.
You
want to release into the trance
of tall gods and goddesses
gracing the air.
It is you
who wants to dance through me
write through me
make love through me.
Countless times
I stopped you
laid forth other plans.
But your vibrancy finds its way
through the cracks and crevices
of my shield
and thank God I cannot seal them all
for without you
I’d be hopeless.
©2013 Sherrie Lovler