Wednesday, 13 May 2009

A Dance for Displacement



Dancing three times a week numbs  lust-caution/swing it .
I imagine what my body will look like/ lindy one.
Obsession and desire with a side of olive advice/waist slide.

A long wait ahead/Lady-goes, man-goes.
The concentration of landscape yearning/around the room.
in preparation for unseen man rays/ new york stroll. 
Sweet smell sweat sublime.

I have to go through this/ it was written.
I WANT TO MAKE ART (instead I dance).

2 comments:

Tim Foster said...

I say I say I say, is this your arse in a tutu?

Lucy May said...

Indeed