DANCING BAREFOOT

She is benediction She is addicted to thee She is the root connection She is connecting with he Here I go and I don't know why I flow so ceaselessly Could it be he's taken over me I'm dancing barefoot Heading for a spin Some strange music draws me in Makes me come on like some heroine She is sublimation She is the essence of thee She is concentrating Oh he, the chosen of she Here I go and I don't know why I spin so ceaselessly Could it be he's take over me I'm dancing barefoot Heading for a spin Some strange music draws me in Makes me come on like some heroine She is recreation She intoxicated by thee She has the slow sensation That he is levitating with she Here I go and I don't know why I spin so ceaselessly Till I lose my sense of gravity I'm dancing barefoot In midair I spin Some strange music draws me in Makes me come on like some heroine Oh God I fell for you Light of our light sweeps from the dark like a face The mystery of childbirth, Childhood itself, grave visitations What is it that calls to us? Why must we pray screaming? Why must not death be redefined? We shut our eyes, we stretch out our arms And whirl on a pane of glass, in affixiation, affixed on anything, The line of life, the limb of a tree, He hands of he, and the promise that She is blessed among women