Love Of
Rare but recurring
occasions of elation
extreme anticipation
spontaneous visceral grace
I am without hesitation
nor fear of interpretation
sheer exuberance it appears
causes me to wiggle, to jiggle
to bounce and to slide
I'm a bee, a bird, a butterfly
dancing as if once caged
and now free
this is the feeling
that comes over me
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