The Dance Group

May 8, 2014 § 3 Comments

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She joined a dance group.

Fridays are now for dancing

women, hand in hand.

 

Sometimes she must stop

to catch her breath; her chest fills

with music, and light.

 

When she was younger

dancing was a mating game;

they moved each other.

 

Now the dance belongs

to her alone; she places

her palm on the breast.

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