Dance Me

Dip slide swing twist moving in another’s
Arms were made to encircle and swing you
Secure and frail made from glass and gravel
Frail strings plucked and teased into great bold tunes
Embellished with feathers of flutes abreast
And then dimmed by feathery whisps of light
Piccolos. Undimmed nubile sirens still
Moist air curls out towards a nubile thing
Curls away too if she cant swing beyond
Cool night air stirs the bass and the boy, too.