Slow Dance At Dawn In The Church Of Funk: Burning Man 2002


I

liked it

when we found

the empty dome (at the end).

 

We

danced 

until the air

was red (we danced

apart) I

 

made a cloak around you

 

with my

laser (green. each

doubled

spark!); I made

a 

luminous

sheet, around

 

.you.

 

breached it, like a dolphin, again,

again, your arms and hands, 

the

cold, thin air, the 

emerald surfaces, the

dust, like frost, your

eyes were

closed, your tiny hands.  (we

 

danced, apart) The beam

between us, the

 

static discharge;

a sharpening chill.  Our

clouds, like

 

children, clinging, clumsy,

unable

to keep up.

 

I

held your hand.  We walked.  (the dust) The

dawn (that luminous chill. the floating

infra-blue. I felt the

end of astronomy; con-

tinuation. It was )

 

time for the

slow dance

 

at dawn. 

 

Avocado Tom

was calling for dancers, (sleeping.  sleeping.  and the sun was

 

just about to ) (sleeping.  and )

 

the clouds

 

now small around our shoes

and there was only Tom

and you and me and Steve.  (the tessellated

 

earth) So

 

I

danced

with Tom, when he asked

and

I felt

 

fifteen (exhausted, the

crescent sun, the

faraway sound, his breathing, his fabric, our

warm embrace, our

shuffle, the

cloud of our breath, our

shoulders, our

breathing 

low , our breathing

 

and the creeping sun: new,

naked, not afraid).


JDP 2003/04





Copyright John D Porter © 2003



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