A poetic response to the advice that I shouldn’t be myself or dance so freely. That I should clip my wings. Thank You for your counsel but I…”I just wanna dance.” – Lilo ~ Thank You the Dance floor Partners!

Signed, Misssrs. Me Z.


I’ve been told before that my moves are too shocking

Provocatively Rocking

While the observer can’t hear my blood pump

Heart fly

Sweat sing.

If I

Through movement cause shifts

Through hips part lips

Then the observer is staring too deeply


Join Me.



I’ve heard

Dancing is the Vertical Expression of Horizontal Desire

Your curiosity may be the liar

Telling you I long for a stare

Dancing is my Vertical Expression of Horizons

Past, Present and Future

Going there I Dare.

Don’t sexualize my grind

A movement received from the first place


I listen to my mind.

If I

Dance until the lights come up

Then dance until I fall asleep

Do not question my Energy.

May it be


Misunderstood Power of Mental


Is Free Sexuality

In Each’s Right.

Let me watch you as Love within your Aphrodisiac.

Mine happens to occur when the song is right.

When the mood is set and I forget : Limit.

Your curiosity brings up the Bed.

While I indulge in a Sound Wave’s Touch.

I’ve been told before that the “impression” I give

Is a woman too wild to want to calmly live

How easily your impression seems valid

By watching a few moments of a lotus placid.

And it be different.

Ancient language viewed as “Wild” movements

To some it’s grooving, others a wooing, while to radioactive me it’s just Glowing.

I’ve been told recently that had my Self been present in the original lands of my DNA strands

My People would have curtailed my happiness

My People would have actually enhanced my happiness

It’s called Understanding.


With our People Standing.

In my case : DANCING

Were you the drummer, the dresser, the fire maker

Seek, Find, Quiet the Stare.

Go There.

I never stare with a frown at a Someone “getting down” when sincerity is a sheen upon their eyelids

I understand.

They’ve found Peace.

I adore being “wild” with a partner, man woman instrument or child, who speaks in this ancient form.

While I’m being told I’m a turnoff to possible Mates

Because of this Trait

I’m hearing your tribe would never accept my Feathers

And I Love You either way

Because the Ones who crown my Head Dress me in Respect

And would never sexualize





Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect