July 27 2009
© Meida Teresa McNeal
She dives into sensuality
Curve of hip rolling
And full breast rising
She is a hot roller coaster
Leaning to fall
Now she hovers
Hovers
Hovers high low long hanging
Til she feels herself riding gliding sailing a gully
Carved by the energy she brought into being
Manifested by movement’s anointing
Toes spreading like earthclaws
Blistered impact along the surface of feet run raw
Hawkeye circling
She switches energy flow
Thick legs slice through air
With the strangest combination of lightness and weight
And the roller coaster takes another hill and valley
Overcurve again leads under
Punching gravity with low torso drive
The delight of streaky sounds caused by lift, thrust, drag
Downward to rebound
Up
In all this wicked lovely commotion
Breath and perspiration
Are beloved adornments
The sacred bells
In this altar of space
That welcomes her home to motion
