Nosam 54: poem
Nosam 54
Free from thought
Free from breath
My body knows how to move
The natural swaying takes over
And my movements are so smooth
The music gets louder
As it pulses through my body
All I hear is the beat
And the whispers in my ear
I know the sensation of the dance
It pulls me ever closer
The heat elevates
And all I want is the room to be cold
Just enough to give me goosebumps
The dance never ends
And now the music is continuous
And all the bodies close in
I feel singled out as if our two bodies are the only ones in the room
The music starts to slow down
And our bodies follow instantly
At the end of the dance it’s a different world
And we have to pull away
To come back to reality
--Kyla Linde
Free from thought
Free from breath
My body knows how to move
The natural swaying takes over
And my movements are so smooth
The music gets louder
As it pulses through my body
All I hear is the beat
And the whispers in my ear
I know the sensation of the dance
It pulls me ever closer
The heat elevates
And all I want is the room to be cold
Just enough to give me goosebumps
The dance never ends
And now the music is continuous
And all the bodies close in
I feel singled out as if our two bodies are the only ones in the room
The music starts to slow down
And our bodies follow instantly
At the end of the dance it’s a different world
And we have to pull away
To come back to reality
--Kyla Linde