Poetic Dance

Shall we dance to the music
of your words? We can sway
to the rhythm of syllables
and glide across the white space.

We must dip at the end of lines
and pause a time or two. Our
bodies know the language.
Listen to the melody of your mind.

Our movements are smooth, sinewy.
We are a waltz in the making
with long, graceful strides
across a high-gloss floor.

Speak to me of nothing
in layers of color images.
Let us write the lines
of our dance across the page.