Sheer Joy Of The Dance
© Surazeus
2026 08 07

For nothing more than sheer joy of the dance
Tellus explores how her lithe body moves
through fluid expression of wordless grace
as she expands from darkness of sea caves
to understand contours of river vales
while she floats clandestinely in free trance.

Startled by sudden attack of three men
who gallop toward her with greedy intent,
Tellus turns and flies on ethereal breath
back to secret cave on the rugged slope
where she conceals her soul in anxious gloom
till they decide she changed into the tree.

Emerging from dark cave of hungry hope,
on cautious steps that doubt firmness of faith,
Tellus creeps past the snake-infested tree,
then huddles inside the large hawthorn bush,
munching berries as she studies pink blooms
to understand strange beauty of their swirls.

Assured cruel kidnappers have gone away
by eerie susurration of insects
that cause electric stones of faith to buzz,
Tellus rises slowly upward from safe haven
to stretch her legs and arms up to white clouds,
imagining swan wings sprout from her heart.

Inspiring deep thick air of afternoon,
that swells her body huge as pulsing hills,
Tellus explores how her lithe body moves
with axial movements of dynamic flow
through locomotor steps of cautious leaps
to bound in sudden burst of ecstasy.

To sway while anchored to solidity
of undulating Earth through fluid form,
Tellus expresses intense passion of her heart
to transcend binding gravity of fear
and soar on broad angelic wings of hope
as she accepts limits of psychic flight.

Enclosing vast persona of desire
back inside coiled contingency of time,
Tellus lounges languidly on sly slope,
gasping deep for breath of divine delight,
and with bright laughter of her heaving breast
releases shock of pleasure in sweet joy.

Three men hiding behind stones of desire,
watch Tellus dance in worshipful surprise,
then realize with chagrin of humble pride
that pure divinity of graceful art
cannot be possessed by obsessive hands,
so they secretly protect her from harm.

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Orpheus strums Lyre of Mercury and chants wordless melodies of passionate desire while Tellus dances on stage in the Temple of Artemis before the awed crowd of worshippers.

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