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SIEANNEN
BELL
All
Photographs (c)2004 Fred Ellis
TRANCE
(September in the Desert)
 The
room is blue
with
smoke and strange light
the
music is beating
its
body against mine
I
dance all alone
aching
and arching
against
pure sound
I
vibrate and burn
to
drum and chant
blissing
OUT for hours
My
skirt is tangled in my legs
my
rings are tangled in my hair
I
imagine the ground
breaking
open under my feet
I
imagine the desert taking me in
Other
bodies slide and swirl near my own
but
I am nowhere to be found
I
am drinking smoke and lost in TRANCE
somewhere
out there
among
countless hills
somewhere
out there
I
hear the moon howl back to me
THEN
Coyote
sister comes
dancing
in disguise
with
a clever smile
and
laced up leather boots
right
there in front of me
she
rides the wave of steady sound
with
tactile satisfaction
she’s
got crow feathers
dangling
from her ears
she’s
got silver bells
ringing
from her fingers
and
the whole damn time
her
body
is
playing the blues for mine
and
can you really tango
to
trip-hop?
-because
we did-
She
laughed
LOW
in her throat
a
subtle growl
twisting
and braiding
her
tawny hair into mine
while
we spun
cheek
to cheek
bound
together
then
pulled apart
by
the same dance
by
the same rhythm
of
hips and hands
beautiful
spinning
finally away
from
me
until
the room
was
3am empty
The
air was blue
with
smoke and strange light
the
music was beating
its
body against mine
I
was dancing all alone
arching
and aching
against
pure sound
I
was vibrating and burning
to
drum and chant
pulsing
OUT for hours
FIRESTARTER:
Creation\Destruction
Breathe
into me
press
your mouth
to
my mouth
as
if you were god
giving
me life
Breathe
into me
stir
the ashes
and
raise me up
Lazarus
with
Magdalena’s
face
I
am Phoenix, a raging
and
winged thing
wearing
a necklace
of
the white skulls
of
my murdered child
of
all my lovers long dead
of
heroin, alcohol and despair
I
am the burning child
the barefooted woman
extending
fingers into
tendrils
of pure flame
-igniting-
skin
empty
houses
and
whole forests
I
am burning
I
am consuming the world
in
order to
preserve
the world
I
want life
I
want to taste it
as
if it were your tongue
still
in my mouth
and
when the sky opens
every
morning
lighting
up the silhouette
of
all my furies
I
am still amazed
when
every morning
I
want to swallow life
and
give birth to it
all
over again
every
morning
I
am the woman
made
mad through pain
but
I am still dancing
in
shoes as red
as
all the blood
I
have ever spilled
as
red as dawn when it daily
begins
my burning
I
am bittersweet
and
brilliant
with
fire coursing
through
a body
that
is constantly arching
-spasming-aching-
from
either orgasm or agony
I
am bittersweet
I
am honey and wormwood
-devour
me-
I
will
send
you dreaming
through
the clear blue lens
of
unencumbered vision
I
am bellowing stars
from
between my lips
to
illuminate
and
explode
within
your
drugged
and
heady sleep
full
of my fingers
touching
you
everywhere
I
stand over your bed
I
watch the tracery
my
skin has made
on
your skin
as
it glows
against
a moonless night
slender
veins
growing
red and gold
pulsing
with
consummation
and
with
resurrection
White
Heat
Do
I dare to feel the white heat of my heart as a prayer?
What is smoldering
inside me?
And how is it that pleasure exists between such beauty and
violence?
-Terry
Tempest Williams
I stand in the night
I
howl against and with
a
high winter wind
that
strips my voice
from
my throat
leaves
me raw
with
sound
vibrating
through my body
I
am a kiln
filled
with urgency
stoked
with a white heat
exploding
into
an
ice-sheathed landscape
Fire
is filling me
and
I am a spark
facing
the darkness
with
flame spilling
from
my mouth
my
breasts
my
belly
my
thighs
What
burns me
is
also what feeds me
this
raving prayer
this
violent tumult
that
breaks from my body
orgasm
formed
into
the spiral and whirl
of
relentless release
Trees
crack and moan
and
the hills
cry
back
all
of my pleasure
all
of my desperation
I
make love to brilliant stars
I
emit sparks with comet tails
I
pound the snow with dancing feet
until night and winter
inhabit
me fully
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