sliding

by walterdoege

from down town to near sea at that summertime…the city and the near ocean…and far beyond…at down town i do my work, some duties…near sea I do my work, and some duties…some information at lounge of airports…the duty free spaces…work and leisure are free tasks itself…sliding from intimacy to sweet solitude…being among peoples, being inside me…some time for rest, some time for play…hot day, drizzle days…day, night…beyond this dual path, a multidimensional road…oh!, such the loving road…I enjoy the loving road…yesterday night, a welcome rainning night…drizzle night…the carnaval troupe so joyous!…tears of joy and tears of blue and tears drops of such greeting party…the needed daily party…after spending my sundown sensing the moon set, the night settiing at horizon…I stayed for a long time doing nothing…the carnaval troupe is invitation to sense joy…suddenly, I saw her dancing motion…she was awaiting for me…we spend the night together, dancing and endless dance…at first glance, and second glance, and countless glance…she dance with joy…sliding the shoulders…twisting the hip…sliding and twisting the body…sliding and twisting my soul…down town, to near ocean…and beyond…we can share joyuous instants…joy is practical one…almost no thinking…no thinking at dancing near the sky