Choreography – a love poem

(for Christal – who always dances with me)

I lay my hand
upon your skin —
the cage you hide
your heart within.

I feel it flutter,
shake its wings.
It lifts its voice.
To me it sings.

Your hips move mine
to its sweet song.
You dance me slowly,
dance me long.

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