The Warriors Dance

by

Phil Pochurek

They came to the lake
From out of the woods.
Across green lawns
By picnic tables and swings,
To the waters edge.
Not too silent, but unseen.
Of course they were drunk.
Then naked as the full moon
That glistened on their chiseled bodies
While they swam, laughing,
All the way back to shore.
Like two ancient warriors
Their bodies cleansed, their spirits reborn
Their hearts open, bared to each other
Unfettered by the lives they now lead,
Momentarily left behind them, in the dark.
They wrestled and howled into the night.
Reuniting and bonding in spirit, in flesh.
Rolling on the grass, contemplating the moon.
Revisiting a past, long before
The stars had their names.
Then dancing, arms raised for flight
They plunged back into the lake,
Smooth as glass, still warm from the sun.
Their ancient rite over
Just as it had begun.

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from: Sunderland, England, UK

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