This week has been a long week. But next week will be better. And the next.
Today's mood: https://youtu.be/FTQbiNvZqaY
I'd rather be dancing
I am a painter with my feet
A poet with my toes
I make sentences with my finger tips
I would spell out the metaphor of a sunrise
When I swish my hips
To say that I am a poet of the body
Would be ostentatious at best
Intolerable at worst. I would
rather lead you
My hand steady on your shoulder blades
Your weight resting on my forearms
Around the room in a swing so smooth
You suspect you're floating.
I would like to move you.
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