Baroque Dance - a poem

Twisted we dance on a stage,
Arms folded, segmented,
This is the controversial image of the self,
We make love,
We bend in each other,
We reach the blue heaven,
This is our reality engraved in lyrics,
Let's dance, arms folded, segmented,
Twisted on a stage,
We dance in love.

By Diana Todea
as posted on agonia.net
2/17/2009