The Dancer
You numb my eyes
From tippity-top
To eight count plies
Rhythmic grooves
Crossing hard waxed floors
Bouncing orange orbs denied
Double bass pounding, pounding
In my ears
Heart
Pride
Moving like soft water
Untethered sass
Yesterday’s child
Today a Dancer
Numbing eyes
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