2step

Why dancing?

We symmetrical figures

slow line ourselves

into palmed discomfort

until a misspent whisper sets us free once more

for a breezy spin

into the unknown.

And I am dancing

to keep subtle dismay

strong into lackluster days,

and sometimes it feels like raining

the way we fall

to our worse halves

before stepping for embrace

and the break away

like gutter flow

where we drop

and mix with all those elements

we jostle to avoid in daylight.

There is nothing left

than dance,

colliding broken steps

to punish our toes

for knowing more than hearts.