Dance Trance

The blooded pulse
is bounce and swing, tap
or no bone jelly roll,
a fingersnap foot pattin
thing, a dip, a leap,
plié, jeté, a pas
du chat.

One stomp samba woo
and hula hips, a sweeping
whirl of waltz, dervish
danse macabre, a mouth
mobile in chant, soft
or calling brash parade
in holla back.

It's corny gosh
as do si do negotiates
its square or hot
when sticky jazz gut
bucket drags a jump,
mashed potatoes twist
and every body loco
motion.

It's pavement shuffle
scrape the wind among
the trees to sway the willow
knees or blow the sunset
chasing down the eaves.
Axis spin and days
thin rat a tat

to weeks and years
of time unfurling
warm in sweetling breath
against my ear the beat
on skin the twitch
and ride of muscles,
limbs, the world
alive and sliding
on your lips.