When she smiles
They, smile.
It makes me wonder why I feel this way.
And all the connections, and emotions.
To deal with them.
In your way. And my way.
There are very bad things in this world.
Very good things, too.
Which ones do you choose?
We continue to choose both.
Imbalance would be treason.
If “they” know everything about you,
What is there to fear? To be ashamed? To be guilty of?
Just… you.
Exactly. Which is why I’ve been dancing so proud.
Something extreme in the underground.
The scaffolding is removed… and behold!
The sculpture remains.
Your sculpture. Dynamic. Breathing. Beautiful.
It is time to be moved.
It is time to be proven.
What comes will pass.
What remains is you.
A dance is to be forgotten
When it is beholden.