My Dancer Poem by Diké Alozie

Fervor, desperate cries of love,
you do that to me and more.

Your absence, I now hold with care,
the yearning to enfold and explore.

My dancer move and steer my stride,
encircle me in a whirl as you did before.

You mold me, are the best I am and ever was,
bring me back from drift ashore.