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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 12:19 am
The Dance
And so I began the passionate dance The string bass created the tangible beat With a glance I led the first turn Spin ning, and her heels match each step I took, my partner's dress was an enchanted flame.
It was hot there - my world a flame The tango was not our favorite dance Not because of each complicated step Not because of the unsyncopated beat But because of every spin Every turn after turn
We'd waited backstage 'till it was our turn It was intolerably hot - as if being surrounded by flame I was nervous - dizzy - my head started to spin I was honestly scared of this dance Though she and I know we're the couple to beat I felt my stomach lurch every time i took a step
We grew closer with every step I led another turn We were on top of the beat My nervousness was a dying flame It was not with her, but with the music I dance ed, another turn
Spin ning, my life hanging on every step All dependent on this dance How hellish it could turn My world consumed by flame s, then brought back by the deafening beat
Of the bass drum, the beat beating beat The continuous spin Out of control, like an over-fed flame Trying to run away with every step I took, with the dance, my life turn s around, and my partner rescues me with the dance.
And with the dance I learned to beat The fear that made my stomach turn and my head spin And now every step I take is towards a new type of flame.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 8:43 am
Ah, beautiful! I haven't actually danced since I was quite young, and that was ballet, a different sort of dance all together. You're fantastic at portraying things, you know? Keep up the good work!
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