Dancers Poem by Matthew Holloway
Dancers
We dance the dance perverse
Bodies entwined, lovers
We play out roles, fantasies
By day and night always
Reaching for the edge of sanity
We sing and dance often
We talk and make words speak
Poets and artists all
Are we living or alive
There is a difference
And this, that dance tells it
Be it perverse or not
Be it set to music
Or the beating of our hearts
We are here in this moment
Dancing just dancing
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