dancing is like writing.

if i had my way, i'd be dancing now--

writing out my thoughts

as if my feet are the pen,

my arms are spellcheck,

and my hips shake in time to the clicking of the space bar.

just like in all my writings,

you're there too,

flickering at the edges,

adding decoration to my pages

but still managing

to change

the story completely.

play the music.

clear the desk.

clear your mind.

dip your pen in ink,

and don't forget

to sign your work

with a personal

flourish.