The Dance Group

May 8, 2014 § 3 Comments



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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