Dance With The Devil

I don’t do dark very well – it scares me! But I thought I’d try my hand at devil’s advocate.

 

Will you dance if I dine at your table,

If I furnish your hearts deepest desire?

Will you welcome my arms twined around you

While I lead you on the dance floor of fire?

Will you sway when promised heaven on earth

Though I bind it to the cost of your soul,

Will you forego nirvana eternal,

Negate elusive Elysian goal?

 

Will you feed from my hand if I proffer,

Twirling you in a frenzy of delight,

Will you swoon at my feet when exhausted

And I summon in Babylon of night?

Will you beg if I torment your spirit,

Abandon you pinned, flower to the wall,

Stretched beyond your every endurance,

Should I catch when you are ready to fall?

 

If I guarantee worldly successes,

As an exchange for a waltz with your mind,

Will you welcome my evil excesses,

Assist me in my most hellish designs?

May I offer exact allocation,

Fetch a price for your hand to my hot touch,

Prostitute values and weaken, survey

Temptation’s acreage, breadths of my reach?

 

Will you sashay in joint admiration

While I false praise you, inflating your pride,

Have my words reached core of your vanity,

Will you unveil as my spouse, stand by side?

Shall I teach you beyond luminescence,

Revealing ominous behind closed doors,

Shall we frolic with innocence and goodness,

Sweep these charlatans from searing dance floor?

 

Can you bide with the devil anointed,

Impressed deeply in the hearts of all men,

Or cast me from task, duty appointed,

To begin asking all over again?

May I rest at your table while thoughts war,

Till you test your resistance to my charm,

May I offer some spirit to savour

As you weigh up the pros and cons of harm?

 

Remember I dwell fast within you, though

You fight me and address as external,

Dance with me, partner, ignore all the risks,

Embrace me as your power internal.

You’ll regret if you shun my advances,

Dismiss earnest request for all your hands,

When my power’s seized by those who crave it,

Destruction viewed and rued  in cast-off lands.

 

I’m counting the minutes of this music,

Tapping foot as you mull my overtures,

I’ve tried, no one can fault me for effort,

Revealed to you the best of all my lures.

You’re declining when I seek your favour?

You won’t dance, you say? I need not do more

As long as you don’t dance with the other,

I have accomplished, completed my chore.

 

Excuse while I move around the tables,

My feet are itching, ready still to dance,

Some among the many gathered hereabouts

Are pining and would welcome, given chance,

To glide round the parquet with the devil,

Grasp my claws, all they offer and bestow,

Unoffended by your blunt refusal,

I have a world to dance with, just so you know.

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May Music, Day 17 – Are you dancin’? Are you askin’?

Lots of songs make me want to dance. I dance a lot. There’s no helping it. The beat kinda reverberates and sets off a reaction in my shoulders and hips. Once that moment occurs there’s no stopping really. I think dancing is the most natural thing in the world.

Watch a babe that can’t even walk when dancing music begins to play. They react. Little nappied bottoms bouncing up and down, usually accompanied by squeals of delight. Even if they can’t yet speak they often try to sing along in a sort of musical baby gibberish. It’s wonderful to behold.

People are sometimes told that they can’t sing or dance. And ok, not everyone has the same abilities and talents in those spheres. But why should it stop anyone from enjoying something that once was such an elemental part of the person?

So, I’m dancing. No matter what. No one’s told me to sit down yet!

As for which song to choose for this seventeenth day of the twenty-five day music challenge….now of biblical proportions for me…

One that has stayed with me for the last few months and I play a lot for the sheer joy of dancing along is Imagine Dragons’ ‘I’m on top of the world’. I’ve posted it before. One of the other participants has already posted it for one of their days.

I’ve taken this song into several schools. Classes of children, regardless of age group, have whooped and skipped and jumped in gym halls. Along with me. That’s dancing with delight.

But, as a teacher, I spend a lot of my time repeating myself. Now and again, I like to rebel. So, I’m posting something that’s not a repetition. But I still love dancing to. Van Morrison, ‘Brown Eyed Girl’.

Now, this one has particular significance because it’s the only song I never have to drag hubby on to the floor for. Living room, dance hall, party…..picture slow jive.  Wait a minute…..I don’t have brown eyes!

 

Closet Companions.

Now my gorgeous, and I do mean gorgeous, daughter came to visit tonight with her equally gorgeous girlfriend. Yeah, gay. The two of them. Just as well I suppose. It would be really awkward if only one of them were.

I mean, can you imagine?

That would be like kissing some guy you didn’t fancy. Or sleeping with some bloke just because he’s a bloke.

Whereas, they’re in love. And it’s obvious. And it’s lovely to see. The two of them head over heels. Ain’t love amazing?

Except when you’re hiding in a closet.

If you’re forced to hide in that closet.

 All paired off. According to anal retention.

‘Cos there are big scary bastards out there.

Like tigers with elongated canines that want to plough through your flesh.

Or bears with razor claws that might rip you to pieces.

Or gigantic pterodactyls whose only aim in life is to spy prey and zone in for the kill.

Or people.

Yeah, people. Most dangerous predators known. Prey usually consisting of anything or anyone that is perceived to be, ‘unusual, distinct, misunderstood, you-name-it-we’ll-find-a-name-for-it’.

Yeah. So, love. It’s a bugger, isn’t it? Just never can tell where it’s going to hit.

That wee bastard, Eros, has a sin to answer for. If only he would point his wee darts at all the appropriate people.

Just think of it.

No more mismatched unions.

Woman gets to be with ‘Mr. Rich Pants with a fabulous sense of humour who also happens to give great oral and knows where all the tickly bits are and understands endlessly why the time of the month just makes you crazy.’

What?!

And man gets a woman with great bazongas and who just loves to swallow. And knows that man-flu is actually a completely whole other type of flu than the usual kind plaguing other mere mortals of the opposite sex.

 yep. Sorry, guys. Yours is a comic book. ‘Cos, well it just is. Do you know a woman who really likes swallowing? I don’t know one. And I’ve asked.

Yep. The ideal world.

That would be where exactly? And how much is the ticket? And is it cheaper one way? ‘Cos why would we not want to live there?

And in that world there would be no war or pestilence.

We would all look great until we died at 640.

(No image possible!)

Grey hair would be something that only Afghan hounds sported.

Wrinkles would be something that tortoises proudly presented as an unusual manifestation of age.

People would be paid a fair wage for a fair day’s work.

There would be no hunger or poverty.

All religions would recognise the one God and accept that there were different ways of travelling.

There would be no need for politicians.

OK, scratch that one. I’m not sure what world that would be. ‘Cos bacteria seems to exist everywhere.

But you get my drift, surely?

Love is just beautiful when evidenced.

Now I could just have reblogged Rene’s post here. But I thought, nah! I have two gay children. One of each. I know these kids. They are mine. I get who they are. They are mine. And no one is keeping them from knowing love. Not on my watch.

Sometimes it takes many pictures to tell the story. I only need one. The first one I showed. How many does anyone need? Love is love.