Lynda McKinney Lambert

WHEN WE DANCE TOGETHER

When we dance together, my world's in disguise
Concealed behind black leather jackets
Dense fringes snap in the wind
We spiral downward - a bizarre fairyland tale.

Concealed behind black leather jackets
I hunker down against the brisk mountain air
We spiral downward - a bizarre fairyland tale
Wild rock-n-roll women in masquerade.

I hunker down against the brisk mountain air
The throbbing steel tank between my legs
Wild rock-n-roll women in masquerade
Neon surges through our veins.

The throbbing steel tank between my legs
With the rumble of Cobra Drags
Neon surges through our veins.
Lean into the slant wind that blows us around.

With the rumble of Cobra Drags
We ride side by side, with stars in our eyes
Lean into the slant wind that blows us around.
I raise the fist of my icy cold left hand

We ride side by side, with stars in our eyes,
On the rough pavement of the dance floor
I raise the fist of my icy cold left hand
Reach out to catch the storm.

On the rough pavement of the dance floor
Laughing with the painful gusts of rain
Reach out to catch the storm
Dancing together in disguise.

Lynda McKinney Lambert never knows where writing will take her. She states, "It's such a physical act: the movement of my hands in tandem with my mind. It always begins with just a thread. Once the thread is in my hand, my own mythology tells me where it leads. I grab onto that thread, begin to give it a tug. I follow its lead. I passed through layers of turns and passages of time. Inside the labyrinthe, I eventually arrive at the destination." Lambert has an MFA degree from West Virginia University.