

(Scheduled, offline til May!) I'm reminded of a song...
"Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love..."
I blush at poetry. I love clear communication but I love speaking just to leave things unsaid as well. I often prefer that what you say makes me be perverse to myself, as the process of decoding your message.