Thursday, December 13, 2007


Music burns in perfect syncopation,
Fragrant metaphors of whole and half notes
Inciting tapping toes and snapping fingers.

I choreograph a solo performance,
Because you will not dance with me,
And there is no audience to cheer us on.

I’ll wear my best tap shoes,
With the delicate heels
That balance my love for you on shaky legs,
And when I pirouette out on stage,
At least you will know that I was there...
...Willing to dance...for you…

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