Rommy is visiting for the weekend, and we want to spend as much time as possible conquering New York City. But I couldn’t skip a Sanaa’s Prompt Nights. Not when today’s theme reads as if it sprouted out of my own mouth: “Dancing is like dreaming with your feet”.
“I Kiss the Land with My Feet”
I kiss the land with my feet,
letting the world fill my blood
with song that tells of flesh
moving, dreaming, living, being
so wildly happy.
When my blood sings,
I dance until my bones cackle.
I live for me. And for others, too,
if they respect my song.
a wee note…
– Expanded Poem Bits of Fiction and Poetry, 14 (from “Respect My Song”)