You capture my hands
Afraid that they will fly
Away into the void night.
We dance
Like ice on a heating stove,
Your liquid love melting
From years of learning.
My frosty fingertips are
Sheltered within the cradle
Of your warm palms.
My feet polish your black shoes
As you lead me into each step.
The music’s beat calls to me.
It agitates my steady pulse
And I look over the curve of your shoulder
To see the inviting horizon.
Reluctantly, your yo-yo arm
Spins me out.
But then, I come back to this home again
In your chest.
I am a child
Carved from inside you.
I reach
And feel my heartbeat in your hand.