I could show you
What it looks like,
But I’d rather dance.
My words falter, flounder,
Slip and betray
Their meaning.
My hands and feet move to the rhythm
Of the heart, the soul
The love.
Urgency of the undelivered message
Lights a fire,
To which my body responds
Breaking and flying
Heaving and swaying
Finding its way
To the perfect pirouette.
I slump to the floor-
Spent. In bliss.
‘cause the meaning
Couldn’t have been clearer.
Wouldn’t you agree?
It was better,
That I danced.
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