Your hand
Outstretched towards me
Was the thing I have craved
For what seems forever. Every
Time I saw them dancing
I wanted to be a part, but couldn't
Bring myself to free
My body from my mind. That
Hand, your hand
Is the one I've always waited for, the
Invitation I've been needing, that
Last push, the display of
Willingness on your behalf that
Lets me be a part as well, lets me
Move my body ecstatically to
Music that is mostly not my own
But makes me, finally, a part.