a dance in ones feet

 how can one not wake, with a step light

a tingling ever present to go forth, a mind bright

to catch the first rays of a dawn, a rising day

to want to go forth...conquer...!...face all without delay!

how can one not feel a dance in ones feet

the mind fresh, a new start, to jive into the morn, upbeat 

a lust vicious...!!!... for all that feeds the spirit nurturing

no desire of anything challenging harbouring.

how can one not invite another into such a space  wondrous

where shares of mind and body can only be boundless

the feelings imbued stupendous

through touch passionate a sense of sincere intimate kindness.

and thus, with open arms, feet merry, a smile real broad

the deliciousness of the day promising to bring on board

together to travel together to chant

'...wash over me most beauteous of days ...grant me this want!"

good morning!!!

RB.