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Meet in the middle Swirling each other Two birds earning their wings. The light somehow always beaming behind Silhouettes now etched to memory. Core. Fingertips trailing my back From one wrist, across the arms, down the elbow, I lean in. Rather than stop, or a crowd pleasing dip You’ve waltzed away from the two step. When did the time signature change? Your left, and mine, we pass and part Leading, you are no longer Transition to a solo performance. Leaving the floor, we exhale focused breath. Shoulders still back, Heads high - not subconscious. Left, right, intertwined; Now learning that even the steps backward, Apart, Are all beauty within the dance.
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Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 1:52 AM UTC
The Dance
Meet in the middle Swirling each other Two birds earning their wings. The light somehow always beaming behind Silhouettes now etched to memory. Core. Fingertips trailing my back From one wrist, across the arms, down the elbow, I lean in. Rather than stop, or a crowd pleasing dip You’ve waltzed away from the two step. When did the time signature change? Your left, and mine, we pass and part Leading, you are no longer Transition to a solo performance. Leaving the floor, we exhale focused breath. Shoulders still back, Heads high - not subconscious. Left, right, intertwined; Now learning that even the steps backward, Apart, Are all beauty within the dance.
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Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 1:52 AM UTC
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