a dance

NOVEMBER THE THIRD

 

dancing slowly

to words that mean something

to a melody that speaks to me

to no purpose but joy

 

turning, stepping

for the love of existing

for the song in my veins

for no one’s eyes but mine

 

moving gently

through steps only I know

through and past the lines we’ve drawn

through air charged with yes

 

 

Tags: definitely dancer, poem