The Dance Partners
The jitterbug snap of dancing shoes
lindy-hop legs and swingin’ arms
salt-sweat palms glued together, hips singing
along to a Charleston chorus.
Dim lights falling on slick waxed floors
feet slipping but bodies balanced
a wrist flick and steady foot keep
the room from spinning out of orbit.
A twirling ribbon of fervor-flung hair
blood pulsing in-tune to pivoting heels
beat-crazed bodies mirrored like lovers
a pact of trust built on a rhythm.
Shim-sham sweep into a spot-lit dip
feet kicked up into star-crossed arms
body entrusted until a curtsey and a bow
sever the heartbeat’s flow to the feet.