
Follow Me Through
I step out carefully,
feeling,
more than listening,
to the nuance of the music
I let myself linger
reaching out, breathing out
My energy rises,
my steps quicken,
and I’m pulled into it.
It leads me across the floor,
and I follow it
out and in,
down and up,
growing and growing,
trip-a-let, trip-a-let.
And then it softens
and slows,
and the pulse carries my light feet
as they brush the smooth surface
of the stage.
One last turn
and I have finished
the dance.
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