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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Floating

On days when my heart
feels like just shutting down
–I sit with the stillness,
make almost no sound.

On days when my heart
feels like locking its doors
–I wear your old t-shirts
and sit on my floors.

On days when my heart
feels like going to ground
–I breathe in the earth and
I feel it’s heart pound.

On days when my heart
feels like it’s fighting wars
–I let my tears carry
me back to your shores.

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