un-finished wo-man’s song

she sings softly

sweetly

swaying  hips that were never meant to be forgiven

only to be rephrased over and over

and over once again.

the coiling of arms intertwine with scents of her lust and

beneath her tongue’s subtle ebb & flow

a spraying of mist exists

shifts

up and down

side to side

out and in

between her lips

all while she’s

singing.

no other sounds are realized

except the willfullness of  breath

exposed as she share woes for only those present to absorb

and carry with them this un-finished song long after she’s gone

she gone

gone

gone.

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Author: Barak adé Soleil

creative practitioner, independent consultant and curator. making dance, performance art and theatre. working within community.

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