The music pulses
my toes shake,
wanting so badly to skip
across the floor.

But I wait for the counts
and I close my eyes
and I don't move at all.

At five-six-seven-eight
I let my eyes open again
and I breathe in deep
and in a wave of drum beats
I'm across the floor.

I meet you in the middle
our muscles aching
and they fly anyways
and we are out of breath
and we are beautiful
if only for a moment.