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Dancing by myself
wearing my favorite jeans and an itty bitty shirt
and jasmine perfume
with the music so loud
watching myself reflected in the window
and my shadow on the floor
because there's nobody else around
and it feels good to be me.
But then you're here
and our bodies once as sure as twining snakes
full of elbows and knees
and blind mistakes
my rhythm is gone
the music lost in meaningless noise.
Your eyes find mine
and your hands guide my hips
into a new rhythm
gentler than the first
guide me to a music quieter
that only we can hear
and we are nothing but two vines
growing on the same tree
indistinguishable from each other.
Then you're gone and by myself again
Wearing dirty jeans and your green sweatshirt
that still smells like you
The music pounding out of the speakers so loud
the floor shivers
where my foot counts the beat
biding my time
until we can dance together again.
beneath my dark leaves
beware the thorns
sweet ruby clusters
skin tight and shiny
as rich as the earth I grow in
as sweet as the sun that feeds me
every drop of juice
as precious as the dawn
all you can carry
spread my children
I have given them all I can
GwainGwain tiptoed out of the house into the gray-pink of early dawn, clutching the small, sharp mother-of-pearl handled knife she had purchased the night before.
A pleasant tight feeling of nervous anticipation filled her body as she set out at the slow trot she could keep up for miles, her long braid smacking against her tan back.
She hadn't gone looking for a job, not really.
She, like many other poor kids, had discovered that people threw coins into the ocean by the dock for children to dive and retrieve.
It wasn't her fault if she was really good at it.
There were few afternoons she couldn't be found wearing nothing but an old faded pair of shorts sitting on the dock waiting for someone to toss a coin. She knew that if her mother found out she would be in big trouble, but the docks were a long ways away from her mother's house, and she wouldn't have any spending money at all if she didn't dive.
And besides, begging was better than stealing.
It had been an afternoon like any other, she
To Anyone ListeningI'll be the thunderstorm in your night sky
If you'll just be the moon
Churning my ocean tides
Or I'll be the moon
If you'll be the solid earth
I can orbit around
I'll be a jasmine flower
And scent the night with love for you
If you'll be the rain
To keep me alive
I'll be a seedling
And grow in your love
If you'll be my sun
And warm the soil for me
I'll be yours
If you'll be mine
And love me
I'll love you forever and after
If you'll just be here
When I'm so lonely
And I'll be the thunderstorm in your night sky
If you'll come
And be with me
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