Twilight Dancer

twilight dancer
swaying and writhing
in the subtle glow
of the full moon
the soft, moist, brown
soil like carpet
beneath her bare feet.
she is owned
by the music of the wind
and loved by the
deep green of the forests trees.
around her feet
black, rope like vines
twist and grow
finding their way
up her porcelain white legs
trapping her
binding her
holding her to the
earth she dances for.
her movements slow
as she accepts her fate.
she is the earth's bride
and her heart rejoices
in that as her
body slowly dies.
she sinks into the ground
and welcomes her
lovers touch.
as she is enveloped
her blank eyes stare
at the moon
in lust and love.
she is no longer
the twilight dancer
but will spend eternity
as the earth's
private dancer.
--By Jamie Erdman aka Poetsoul