how it all ended... or was it how it all began?!

Standing in front of a glass sliding door. Moonlight streaming in. I’d come downstairs before the sun. Wrapped a long sheer scarf around my body. My bare feet stood atop a black sheep skin poised in the center of the room.

I turned the music on. Quiet. Not to wake anyone.
And began to feel it. Slow and deep. Generating from somewhere between my hips. Pulsating. Circling out from my pelvis. Traveling down my arms. Radiating throughout my belly. Into my legs.

I began to sway. Eyes closed. Head tossed back.
And couldn't stop caressing my own skin. Slow and sincere.
Weeping at the beauty I could feel
inside my own flesh.

This dance wasn’t about anyone or anything outside me.
Nor was my nudity a seductive enticement.
It was about me.
And my connection to the universe.
To the raw force of my aliveness. And the darkness of the sky. The glowing moonlight.
I still somehow remembered.
 

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