the art of dance
Bold red.
Click-clacks
Upon a hard wooden floor.
Certain dashes
Landing strikes
None can think to abhor.
You look at me, and I at the door.
We move together.
They chant for more.
A swerve, a dip,
Then a jolt of your hip.
Your arms on my shoulders
And your waist in my grip.
I twirl you,
We smile,
We paint our path
Mark every mile.
The perfect stance,
A golden chance,
Join me,
Why don’t you?
In the art of dance.
Ash K. Gray is an emerging young Egyptian author, poet and artist who typically dabbles in Gothic Horror and Comedy. Gray’s work has been published or is set to be published in Moonbow Magazine.
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