The Dance

Like thought bombs,
his words drop
and my head spins
in poetry
with the force
of his hand upon me,
and I want to
push back
in word
and challenge him
to “touch me again,”
because I want to go
“somewhere, anywhere!”
Because, with him,
“I want the dance!”
So push me,
or pull me,
if you have to,
and take the lead
you won’t regret.

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2 thoughts on “The Dance

  1. Carl says:

    Yes! Another keeper for me! I have a drawer full!

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