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The poem “Contours of a Soul” is a sensual exploration of all forms of dance. Barriers are dropped during dance. Artificial distinctions are discarded as people find each other, and in that, discover themselves if only for a moment.

Contours of a Soul
Poem for Day 201 – 20150720

Contours of a soul press against me,
I move beyond the one you seem to be.
They say the blind can see with sensitive hands,
a touch of the face reveals what eyes cannot view.
Barriers vanish as bodies press close,
society's differences muted to our hearing.
The baggage of a thousand thousand years
pass as I discover the beauty of you.

I lost my sight in the face of shared light,
discarded the false utility of this tool.
Flesh colored has lost its base usefulness
when other ways explore shared humanity.
Standards of form's interlocking ways,
discarded as we pursue the other bodily.
Necessity is the mother of invention.
I need you more than I need life itself.

Closer still we'll embrace in search of one,
unity of purpose in our pleasure.
Separate goals mapped in hot pursuit
of endings found in dual complicity.
I'll forget why I could not embrace
the one before me, part of life itself.
I'll remember that we're all meant to be
with you as my sensual guide to memory.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved

Date: 2015-07-21 01:15 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] oceans_voice
This is a very good poem


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