We watched it together.
I watched it and I watched you.
You smiled at the hand flapping.
You stimmed quietly
Your hand comfortable in your pajama pants
(Typical guy)
You rocked to the song.
Then, listened with no smile
To her words
One tone, flowing together like the water
She played with.
Chilling, like ice.
You knew what she was saying.
Some of it
All of it
You felt something.
We felt it together.
I believe, Nat.
I believe.
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Beautiful poem about a beautiful video. I just saw it last week.
On a side note- I thought of you during the Grammy’s tonight during a certain song when a certain somebody was shaking her hips on stage. You should have been one of her back up dancers! đŸ™‚
Hey, I totally missed the Grammys. I was just sitting there sewing all the hems on that Bellydance skirt, which now looks terrific! Did Shakira win anything? I hope so!
I love that video. At first, it was painful to watch, but then when it was over, it made me feel… awful.
I constantly tell people that Alena can’t talk. That’s not what I should be saying. I should be telling them that she’s speaking her own language.