dancing in my room

I’m dancing in my room,

even if I don’t really dance,

and I’m attempting splits, chasses, spins, kicks, and turns,

in the morning light

while everyone is still asleep

and the sun is just peeking out of the horizon.

 

This rhythm that has overcome me

floods my blood stream

with the same joy

of hearing from you at the exact moment

when I wanted to.

 

From miles away,

you are dancing with me,

even if you know it or not.

 

My body approximates

the beating of my heart.

The music is in here

right beneath my chest

and pulsing steadily.

 

I raise my right hand

and somewhere out there, you

raise your left.

We’re dancing,

synchronised, and keeping time.

 

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