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Am I your Belly Dancer?
Am I your Belly Dancer? You know I love the poems of Diane Wakoski? (The Hitchhikers: "they burn you, like the berries of monutain ash...........and dream each night of a hell where you're a hitchhiker, and no one will ever stop to pick you up..." is my favourite and for some reason I am often reminded of that poem when I come on line to look at the blogs. ) Anyway, I was looking at some of her other poems, because I relaized I don't know many of them, and I found this, and it made me wonder if there is a parallel here, for some, on this site. There have been some in the past who read and posted here on my blog. Not so much any more maybe, but.....Was I their belly dancer? Belly Dancer Diane Wakoski Can these movements which move themselves be the substance of my attraction? Where does this thin green silk come from that covers my body? Surely any woman wearing such fabrics would move her body just to feel them touching every part of her. Yet most of the women frown, or look away, or laugh stiffly. They are afraid of these materials and these movements in some way. The psychologists would say they are afraid of themselves, somehow. Perhaps awakening too much desire– that their men could never satisfy? So they keep themselves laced and buttoned and made up in hopes that the framework will keep them stiff enough not to feel the whole register. In hopes that they will not have to experience that unquenchable desire for rhythm and contact. If a snake glided across this floor most of them would faint or shrink away. Yet that movement could be their own. That smooth movement frightens them– awakening ancestors and relatives to the tips of the arms and toes. So my bare feet and my thin green silks my bells and finger cymbals offend them–frighten their old-young bodies. While the men simper and leer– glad for the vicarious experience and exercise. They do not realize how I scorn them: or how I dance for their frightened, unawakened, sweet women. |
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mmmmmm i love this! you can be my belly dancer, dreemy... any time!
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mmmmmm i love this! you can be my belly dancer, dreemy... any time!
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Mmm....doing a mental dance on your belly right now. Using my tongue maybe.
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Awwww, thank you!
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