Wednesday, 2 March 2011


Tumble with me upon these wooden planks,
glide with me, feel the rhythm.. eat with
me.. come take my hand, fall closely by
hold tight your grip, waist sways in
the bubbling moonlight. Starry sky,
littered with a million diamonds
light our steps with airs and grace.
Come dance with me, come tumble
beneath the heavens. Posture is
every thing. Breathe with me,
feel the heat of our bodies..
devour the music...resume your
stance, come dance with me..


Anonymous said...

Shall I bring the tarp and oil???? And...will you still love me?

Indi said...

BT ~ Of course.... I will always love you .