the dancer
becoming me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hoskDZRLOCs
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her fingers became as the cloth,
and the cloth became
to the needle,
one stitch,
two stitch,
against the thimble,
snugly fitted around the tip of her finger,
and then the lacy neckline,
resting on the cleavage of my bosom,
shoulders of satin and chiffon
now held in such strong arms
reminding me of those
that lifted me up after so many
bumps and bruises, cuts and scrapes
healed with hand-me-down stories
and fancy bandaids,
lots of love and bumpy roads
to balance the inner raging storms,
as i learned to ride a two-wheeler,
to make my bed,
wash the dishes, and sweep the floors,
plant gardens, drive a car,
and pay rent to keep the roof
above this dizzy head,
that twirls in this trance,
and i still wonder sometimes,
....am i the dancer, or the dance?
2:03 PM 7/2/2013 ©
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