Hair ready to take flight
strut your balloon skirt but.
Feeling ready to break
the floor, yet loathing
whispers freeze you.
A Jizzy Jammer pops a pill,
so you decide that’s for you,
as you slam down courage.
Now you’re online and out there
collapsing the dance floor;
deconstructing dance moves,
freaking out the conservatives.
Moving in waves across the field
Colours of blossoming spring dance
Sunshine brighter than the light
in and out
of the trees
to the beat
of the forest
There’s a melody dancing on the wind.
Tiptoeing and fluttering, the melody moves her to the sound.
Satie soft bows from a violin stirs her heart, as the flowers and trees sway along.
In the distance he sits playing along, only to vanish the moment they meet.
fever burning the timber
floor perspiring fire vigorously