Ballo Sardo “Sardo” Dance

for silvana
 
i asked her to chide the moon
with the ballo sardo
on the marble floors
of her endurance
with a wrinkled smile softer 
than the murmurs of time
she began: “i have never danced
in my entire slice of life
my father would never snooze to let a woman
loose in his home.
so i watched my brothers tip-tap
the mirrors of histories
 who tango with futures i never could peruse
 
…and they did it well,” she sighs with a smile
the size of the sun.
 
i wonder tho, if she ever rode
in dream-soaked roads inside the heart
unspun grace like a soultrain diva
shaking the load off at the feet of her desire
not to be hidden nor forbidden
by the nakedness of the truth she holds
 
...I never told that her body’s ways
remind all around, of a blue song’s sway...

© 2010 Natalia Molebatsi

April 2011