9:38 PM 4/21/2006
She holds up her hand
with her dress in it with ease
she twirls and she dances
all above knees.
Her head is chin up
she glides and she smiles
the breeze is good now
it is making her wild.
Her containment is within
but it flows throughout
making waves in the crowds
who won't move their mouths.
The body is awe
it speaks its own language
moves with the times
chimbers and bangers.
Nothing is underneath
free as a bird
everything in a dream
scorns unheard.
Take her down
pick her up
let her go
bring her back
cherish her so.
About Me
- Holly Stephenson Ceragioli
- Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…
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