The movements Wild.
Dance to no beat!
Move like fire
Ablaze from within,
Strike a match,
Oh, we danced and in a moment, time stood still.
Everyone walked into church,
Shed their skin suit.
Walked into church and sign said, “leave your skin suit at the door. Remember to take it with you on your way out.”
Wild woman danced until the water spilled from our skin,
Peeling off the skin suit,
Spilled blood on the church floor
Sacrificing oneself to be resurrected.
Wild woman danced arms flying through the air and sweeping the dirt,
Leaped and flew and she danced to the wild man crying as he spun like the world,
All the feminine parts of his,
Then the music slowed down.
I looked up.
Everyone was frozen,
Some in another’s arms
And I walked from statue to statue and stared at the calcified suits,
A garden of statues and I gasped.
I closed my eyes and began to move again.
Everyone moved again.
I had to leave the skin suit,
Stained upon the church floor,
Sinning in that way,
Walking out naked of my skin suit.
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