to the beat, the rhythm, chase -
stop, follow, step-step turn
and the breath, the hit, the sweet sweet dip.
Give me a lead I can follow,
whose arms have me in tow
whose legs guide me where to go
and whose grasp of flair has me
twirling skirts, head, hair.
Feeling so loose in motion,
so exhilarated in the rush,
it's easy to forget that we
are just on feet and not skates
and that my partner is just that -
a partner, for five minutes, less.
If I could get your number, I would,
if I could take you home, I would,
but I can't get past the shortness of breath
and the hotness of skin to think -
just what about dancing has me high
on your every fluid move and word.
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