Dancing with You is like,
drinking from a fountain--
refreshing,
a cool splash-inside
on the back of a dry throat.
A desert resurrected.
Dancing with You is like,
new life—
refreshing,
a return of breath to empty, decaying flesh-
motion to stillness-
and a return of marrow to once hollow bones.
Decay reversed, and a beat returned to a still-born heart.
Dancing with You is like—
humm…and I am afraid, for I have
2
left
feet.
