I hunger
for this dance…
This movement
that betrays my
thinking
I know who
I am…
I hunger
for this motion
this intimacy
that steals my soul
again and again
in ecstasy
as I move in and out of
your arms
in and out of my arms,
where
my hands lead the way
for my feet to follow…
I hunger
for
this moment
where
I am
still
even as
I
breathe across
the
wooden floor
forever
moving towards my heart
yearning…
I hunger
like one who has
never feasted
on the sweet nectar
of nothing
being everything.

Lea Goode-Harris, Ph.D.
January 19, 2006