My foot taps, and taps, and taps, and taps
Now we're dancing
She sang words that made rhythms come to life, the words reach into my feet, and dance, and we dance the night away
My hand swings, swings, swings, and swings
Now we're doing the jig
She tutted her fingers to the beat, as if commanding the vibrations to be beautiful, and the air is pink and blue because of it
We swung, clapped, kicked, shoved, stomped— the house is upside down by the fun of it, we swallowed the disgrace and pirouetted from our hearts;
When we fought, I always thought we were dancing
It looked so beautiful— the tragedy of a relationship
That has fallen from grace
My foot taps, and taps, and taps, and taps
Now, it's out of beat, out of place
It's a dance til the music was gone
//k.u.
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Note: the next series of poems are the ones I made for the Poem Challenge I posted in my mb! I will tag the ones who requested said poems! Thank you for participating xx
YOU ARE READING
The Quarantine Book
Poetry"--the stillness of isolation, the blazing aloneness, the rich moments with loved ones, and the sole solitude of the person. The rumination of a bored writer, a reflection of the months, a reaction to the silence and loudness of life. It's a methodi...
