Flames will weave across this floor
(Rise and fall)
and wing on the six-count.
A held breath, then more sparks – more –
(Rise and fall)
To mass bright and surmount
All as fuel. Hot strings sweep you,
(Rise and fall)
Put an arm round your waist;
The heat will caress as it creeps, you
(Rise and fall)
Are held by the pace
Of this dance. Metronome turns as it ticks,
(Rise and fall)
Each slide and each box turn –
The routine, you know. Soft shoe kicks
(Rise and fall)
At salt tears and sinew. Then you burn.
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