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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