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