by Danielle Resh
that night
under the inky sky
where everything
is running,
we go
dancing
our words winding
uncertain melody
your shoes
shined with surety,
you stomp in reality
my heels
laced with vagueness,
i step past anticipation,
slide my secrets slowly,
sashay into stability
and we begin to waltz
around what we
will not whisper,
stride into stuttering
of romantic wondering
suddenly, our shoulders
are shrugging off insecurity,
greedy limbs grasping gaits
and then we circle
creeping insecurity,
duck under dusty dreams,
twisting troubles into vanities
a quick kick between the legs
of expectation before resuming,
my feet trip on inconsistencies
but then you catch me
on a misunderstanding,
pirouette me into possibilities
and I breathe, heave
as I hold my posture proper
for the tango of tangled memories
faltering, you flip me,
impossibly lift me
into future fantasies
and we’re pulling it off
perfectly
until finally
my toe catches
on a blubber of bumbles
and we go tumbling,
stumbling past rejections
beyond remedy
you release me
and my lips never hurt
so much
from dancing
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