Flying Turtles

I let the breathing and the chords entrance

me in the inter-weavings of the dance

where arms could touch and bring another in

to an embrace that swayed as we’d begin

to move in single pulsing waves as one

to give each other’s touch permission and

each one a welcome not to be alone.

We moved in holy breath, entwining arms

the steady strength of backs against each other

or fingers brushed like butterflies together

and separated by a common wind

then stirred into a frenzied, twirling blend.

We leave our fears and judgment well away

So all can permeate us in their way.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 3, 2010