As crystal clear as the truth is;
You’d think I’d freely immerse myself in its depths
But I’ve been dancing in a whirlwind of drama for ages,
Eons it seems
Searching for one who’s step is in sync with my own
At first we march to the beat of the drum
Twirl in each others arms
Open up our wings to the sky and set off on our flights
The harshness of the wind causes us to vanish
Feathers scuffled in the freight of the storm
Each time, The One nurtures
Encouraging a new step,
A new dance
Marching once again to the symphony of hearts
Whirling my hips round and round
Enticing, calling, seducing
he watches the dance with a gaze of curiosity
Longing and passion
Meeting me halfway matching each step melodramatically
Praying to capture
To engulf
To possess
Each one circling one another, waiting to pounce
Too soon…we encounter destruction
Jumping off the edge, plunging to equal depths
What good is the dance if it does not end in harmony?
In laughter, in intimacy, in flow
As I float in the earths wetness
Confounded and oh so weary
Salt nurses each wounds to bind
God leads me to the earth
Sets us me up on my knee’s
And whispers “practice makes the moves perfect,
But love makes the dance appreciated
I’ve taught you each step so that they all lead to me;
What other gift need you then this?”
Overcome with arousal for tango’s uncherished
I release all presumption, intending to find my own rhythm
My arms moving,
hips circling,
smile beaming
As the ocean washes up my shoes
Beckoning to begin the dance once again
Genuinely Jannah 