Sonar
As I dance across the floor
Swift as light
I feel that floor you swept me across
And your arms your legs your feet
My arms my legs my feet
My smile.
Foxtrotting me through space
like a knife through butter
You moved me.
I did follow.
Oh, Man
You didn’t have to hold me so tightly
As if you needed to guide by control.
I was searching with all I had
Sending out signals
Like a bat in the night
Sending those whale tones
My sonar calls
Through the deep sea we moved in
I wanted more than anything
To find your rhythm and mine
Together.
I remember that
I danced with you
And was danced.
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