One way we unify, One way we attest to ourselves,
Making short statements with the most jagged bits of our silhouettes
In, out, back, back,
One way we speak to each other, One way we pound thoughts into
What little shivering objectivity we have left
Long shadows describing his form, as he bounces here and here
One way we bridge what art describes
Colour, inference, red courage and pink desire
With a brandish of certain shapes, certain shapes
We find ourselves a little more than people. but blushed
Bound, exalted in the puffing of our slung forward rhythms
Your breath her suspended, surrendered image
How strange, we may form
And embody the body body of our longing
Of our skin-soft hope, sweaty
Snorting Showing yourself
Dancing, a little art, a little embodiment
Of echoes in all we want within
a note on the nature of dancing
