Dance

by Cassandra Manuel

The overlap of threaded vein, set upon the skin

Of muscled sinew in the flesh

In hands of carnal sin

That grips the curving

Sensually swerving

Undulating hips

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Tracing slow a pathway up

So fingers can meet lips.

The subtle bowing of the crown,

The scent of sweet perfume

Synthesizing with the spice

Of heated passions bloom

Where entwined starts and beating hearts

In synchro and in rhyme

Thrust upon each other forth

A dance as old as time.

The drawing stare of lovers bare

Of gazes locked in line,

Of sight is seen, in crystalline,

A desperate urge to pine.

To escalate and iterate, despite a fated toll

All familiar, too familiar, in its killing roll.

Scream for me, fearlessly

And I will scream for you

and maybe souls of mirrored pine

can join without fates due

and bodies split by fields of dirt,

of grass and stilling lakes

can reach each lips and fingertips

in mind of heart’s sake.

Where ecstasy of pleasures be

Midst the twisted sheets

Of ruffled hair and glowing skin

As heated bodies meet.

And finish as the dawning breaks and night retreats to slumber.

Damning fate that separates, effortlessly cast asunder.

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Cassandra Manuel

Cassandra Manuel is a USAF veteran and mother of 2, working as a law librarian in Panama City, FL. She has been writing all her life on various topics, ranging from military experiences to love and heartbreak and mental illness. She got her bachelor’s degree in Criminal Justice from the University of Nevada-Las Vegas and is currently working on a Master of Fine Arts degree in Creative Writing at Southern New Hampshire University. She enjoys good food, the band Nothing More, and Minecraft.