dancing in a love that openly pursues me is something I'm still learning how to do,
I've loved before,
and I've been loved before,
but swing dancing with you feels completely new,
the dances I've learned before are still grained in my memory,
my feet are so used to blindly following,
or leading so much I miss that my partner wasn't dancing with me to begin with,
this is the love I was used to,
the dance that felt familiar,
so much like home that dancing with you felt almost scandalous,
like I was breaking a rule learning the steps to how to love you,
but for some reason twirling with you doesn't make me dizzy and confused,
like so many dances before,
but this new two-step makes my feet feel more grounded than any other hand that ever dramatically lifted me,
and maybe their dances seemed elaborate and dangerous,
a risk that my rebel heart loves to take,
but your dance is simple to learn,
and for some reason I still feel like I have two left feet trying to keep up with you,
which is all the while terrifying,
and exhilarating,
so please don't pay mind if I stumble a few times,
I'm still trying to learn to stay in time with a dance that is pursuing mine.
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a life in words
Poesiaa random book of words // poetry from the mundane of life // come dive into this realm with me // highest rank - #34 in living <3
