Cure me Hurried energy Churn inside Exploding through flying limbs Arching back
Turn me around And around And around
Stop
Soft fingertips Caressing the air Silk against my skin Wrap me in comfort Catch me Safety net
Anxious thoughts You cannot reach me I am empty Music fills my gaping soul
Every nerve Connected Intertwined Stretching to each distal end Drawing thoughts Swirling through each wire Conducting electric currents Bursting out with each Articulated Isolated Movement
These thoughts lay dead on the floor
Collapsing Gasping Sweating I have won
I am alive
A great dancer once told me that she continues to dance because it is cheaper than therapy