Intent, A Waltz

~for my muse~

 

 

 

https://soundcloud.com/andreathepoet/intent-a-waltz

 

 

back up for a moment

to the beginning of the song

the part where the metronome

started to tick

setting the pace and tone

announcing, instruments raised

signaling the need

to state intent

the intent was to waltz

in closed position

the gliding slide

clasped within embrace

where faces touch

designed to turn

to spin on an axis

around the whole of this space

gliding around the floor in the moment

the heat, the connection

a break from the minuet

and its small steps

the question of the formality

of the staunch and stated rules

was why noblemen slipped away

to servant’s balls

once considered

riotous and indecent

it was the expression

of two joined as one

the Hesitation waltz

where the is a pause

in the middle of movement

one step falls behind

the Scandinavian waltz

though fast or slow

but the rotating spin and twirl

never stops

the point is not whether

you know this piece of music

the question is only

did you come here to dance?

 

 

 

 

The vigorous peasant dancer, following an instinctive knowledge of the weight of fall, utilizes his surplus energy to press all his strength into the proper beat of the measure, thus intensifying his personal enjoyment in dancing".   Kunz Haas

 

Excerpts 8

 

 

Another in the series of writing from dreams. Not sure this one had a message but it was more than pleasant...

 

 

 

 

It was a vast room with marble floors. There were heavy velvet curtains hanging over the windows to keep out the winter chill. In the corner of the room, a string quartet, playing by ear. They wore blindfolds for our privacy.

You were elegant in something white and flowing, a light linen that revealed your lines and curves. You lead me across the floor as if my feet did not touch the ground. Strong arms wrapped around me, reassuring, guiding. The music moved in waves and we followed it flawlessly. It began to slow and you paused midstep and pulled me closer, kissing me with a heat that filled the room. You laid me down on the marble floor and as the music changed, pace becoming steady and driven, you became the song. My cries became the lyric, as your hands conducted a symphony. ..

I awoke covered in sweat, muscles still recovering from the release.