We have come...

We have come to be danced
  Not the pretty dance
  Not the pretty, pretty, pick me, pick me dance
  But the claw our way back into the belly
  Of the sacred, sensual animal dance
  The unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance
  The holding the precious moment in the palms
  Of our hands and feet dance.

We have come to be danced
  Not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance
  But the wring the sadness from our skin dance
  The blow the chip off our shoulder dance.
  The slap the apology from our posture dance.
  We have come to be danced
  Not the monkey see, monkey do dance
  One two dance like you
  One two three, dance like me dance
  but the grave robber, tomb stalker
Tearing scabs and scars open dance
  The rub the rhythm raw against our soul dance.

We have come to be danced
  Not the nice, invisible, self-conscious shuffle
  But the matted hair flying, voodoo mama
  Shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance
  The strip us from our casings, return our wings
  Sharpen our claws and tongues dance
  The shed dead cells and slip into
  The luminous skin of love dance.

We have come to be danced
  Not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance
  But the meeting of the trinity, the body breath and beat dance
  The shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance
  The mother may I?
  Yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance
  The olly olly oxen free free free dance
  The everyone can come to our heaven dance.

We have come to be danced
  Where the kingdoms collide
  In the cathedral of flesh
  To burn back into the light
  To unravel, to play, to fly, to pray
  To root in skin sanctuary

We have come to be danced
  We have come.

Jewel Mathieson