He Moves Me
Shalt
not
disturb
^
As
I
observe
^
His
form
commence
^
A
primal
dance;
^^^
I
stop
to
stare
^
I
dare
to
near
^
Can
feel
the
flow
^
Caught
in
his
trance;
^^^
With
gentle
strength
^
A
fluid
length
^
His
motion
finds
^
Artistic
grace;
^^^
He
fills
his
soul
^
Then
empties
whole
^
and
^
Moves
me
to
^
His
sacred
space.
^^^
©Robyn Lee
Warm thanks to the wonderful gentleman featured in my post today for permitting me
to share this candid photograph. My subject {Muse} has respectfully requested anonymity to preserve his privacy.
♥
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Hope You’ve Enjoyed!
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Much Love to All
~
RL
Her Pain Dance
~~~
She extends
~~~
Spine arched sharply over
Shaded green fields,
Facing her
Daily mission.
~~~
She prepares
~~~
Like a
Lyrical dancer
Shifting her limbs
Purposefully
in
Synchronized
Pandemonium;
Beginning another
Onerous quest
To reclaim her
Center.
~~~
She yearns
~~~
to
Unravel
Adhesed
Muscle fibers,
Tame
Rebellious joints,
and
Align
her
Misplaced bones.
~~~
She stretches
~~~
Fiercely
with
Resilience
of
a
Brave Tigress
Setting forth
Deliberate intent
to
Free nerves
Trapped
Helplessly on their
Path.
~~~
She exhales
~~~
Forcefully;
Hips Throbbing
Rotating her pelvis
around
The vertical axis of
her
Spine,
Drawing
Painstaking circles
in
The air;
Seeking the graceful place
Where relief
Resides.
~~~
She resists
~~~
Cruel
Demonic Forces
Contracting
Her tenacious fascia,
and
Summons
Strong willful fingers
to
Knead deeply into her own
Aching tissue.
~~~
She sobs
~~~
softly;
Wrapping
Her long thin arms
Tightly around
Self,
and
in
the
Shadow
of
Agony’s harsh
Embrace
~~~
bows
~~~
solemnly
to
stillness.
~~~
Robyn Lee
