you dance and shake
your head vibrantly
extremities splay
and sweat sprays
about your beautiful
mane like holy water
from a sprinkler: your
music is a priest

in the light of the ballroom bass-line
you are a powder-blue nimble step-in-time

so lovely to behold – to be held

and then when the beat is gone and
tired calves hold sway, I will massage
you back to life to dance another day

Love and kisses from CC, 2018