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SusanMarie Broadcast Journalist, Writer, Poet, Spoken Word Poet, Author
over 3 years Buffalo, NY, United States Story
Let Us Dance, Naked.

© Cosmic Timetraveler

You are my sweetest downfall,

my setting sun,

the new dawn, exuberant,

my oceanic tides, rising,

the sweet caress

of the gentle breath of wind,

and oxygen sustaining life,

to my limbs, lungs, my brain,

neurons transmitting thought

across satellites and skylines,

messengers of existence,

this universe,

found within

words shared —

words spoken —

energy given and received —

intensely, inhumanly, human, bold, electric —

my spirit speaking to your own,


This time,

is precious.

My lungs bellow to this thunderous, angry sky

grey and blurred,

shaking foundations of Earth,

brick buildings, skyscrapers,

ancient caves painted

with the livelihood of humankind,

renewing dirt and roots,

pounding upon rooftops

causing tables to turn, geologic,

senses muddied and marred,

like some wicked wild woman, crazed

fully alive, dancing for you, only you,

a wild man, masculine, softhearted and assured,

insanity abound, alive and aroused

in glory.

Dear friend, lover, love,

relish your beloved human heart, beating,

your muscles, expanding and contracting.

Let the mad onlookers point and stare,

for they wish they were us,

encumbered and enlightened,

by this strange yet glorious existence,

of human, spirit soul-speaking,


You are my sweetest downfall,

from distances,

close, my heart,

it sings praises and supplications,

and the piano-man sees

upon ivory keys —

soft pads of fingertips

dancing as silhouettes, tip tapping gently,

vibrations of compositions of frequency

far across lakes, surpassing the speed of sound,

defying physics, science,

and placed distant,

waiting, here,

for the slightest songs

of Springtime,


Michelangelo knew,

he understood that meadows could not exist

without hillsides that rise and fall

with ecstasy and arrival,

like the body, human and remarkable,

like the luthier, diligent and precise,

stretching string upon string,

upon figures, shapely,

fine-tuned and taut,

in his palms,



Like cherry blossoms ready to bloom,

the nature of life, beauty and vitality,

transience, impermanent permanence,

like my right arm raised

elbow slightly bent,

wrist acting on its own accord,

delicate horse-hairs in hand,

canvas tilted before me —

— Your body I shall paint with colors that have yet to exist —

My dear soul, how innocent this love is.

You hold dear my every weakness

and exalt within my illustrious morning glories.

Come, come with me now —

let us rejoice and explore

the forests and woods,

the waters and lakes,

the crevices and caves,

the leaves and limbs,

the sun and moon.

Let us upturn rocks and minerals,

where salamanders tend to hide,

and take pleasure in now,

in utter simplicity.

Let us run barefoot through mud and grass,

toes melding with Mother Nature,

both of us, separate and together,

hair whipping, furious and in flight,

wild eyed and awake,

as Dear Earth contends

with her one true lover,

the sky, majestic,


Let us be one

apart and close,

crazy and sane,


Let go of my hand.

Do it now.

I dare you.

Push me from the ledge.

Into you, to myself.

Free us from shackles and bars

that attempt to hold

the spirit hostage,

and I shall hand you keys

that unlocks most holy doors,

from this illusion,

this reverie,

this reality,

this absolute rapturous


Let go of my hand, love,

yet hold me close.

Let us dance


for the trees,


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  • Talia M.
    Talia M. Mogul Global Ambassador
    over 3 years ago New York, NY, United States

    wow. This is incredibly beautiful.

    wow. This is incredibly beautiful.

    • SusanMarie
      SusanMarie Broadcast Journalist, Writer, Poet, Spoken Word Poet, Author
      over 3 years ago Buffalo, NY, United States

      *smile* thank you!

      *smile* thank you!

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