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
While the observer can’t hear my blood pump
Through movement cause shifts
Through hips part lips
Then the observer is staring too deeply
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.
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.
I never stare with a frown at a Someone “getting down” when sincerity is a sheen upon their eyelids
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