We had a conference. It showcased the interaction between our academic and creative works. I wrote this the night before. Maybe it's about my thesis. Maybe my thesis is about poetry.
Ma voix, ta
langue
Speak -
Power
Speak -
Might
Man; Woman;
Black; White
Relentless
dichotomy
Of wrong or
of right
Unless
We lie
down.
Meet there
in that oft quoted field
Of…
Émotion.
Intuition.
Je te danse
Tu me comprends
In this
deeper intangible timeless space of the real
I feel you
Reveal you
Unwind you
And peel
you
Raw. To the
bone.
Muscle and
sinew.
À peau de
fleurs
Percer directement
au cœur
To the
depths
Rhythmic
breath
Beating
hearts
Symphony of
parts
Pounding
Resounding
Surrounding
Astounding
Me and You
Et Tout
Tout ce qui
existe dans ce monde entier
All that
intertwines in infinite interplay
Creating
this dance, made new each day
To dance is
to Be
Undoing the
Other
Melding as
One
Only to
discover…
Quoi ?
Cette voix…
Pas le mien…
C’est à toi
?
Ah bon,
Je suis
encore trop tard ?
Une seule langue,
celle de nos corps…
Avec des
échos beaucoup plus forts
Stronger
than words
So often
unheard
But
vibrations ever-etched
Onto souls
are sketched
Ever
changing
Ever new
Always
becoming
Maybe I am.
You
