Swing, Kid!

I begin to dance tonight, with a strength never possessed before by any human. I feel the rhythm dictating speed and agility to my blood. I’m twirling and twisting like a thunderous sea, wrapped in clothes that make no difference. Music is filling my every cell with a hunger worthy of an animal, a beast. My senses all feel alive, as I live fully vibrant for the first time. My every heartbeat rules the world, creating a constant echo of life inside my chest. Certainty and unsteadiness have lost their massive impact: everything worldly has lost its value. This physical spinning has caused a silent revolution inside.

My body is dancing, wrapped in such a fabric that passer-bys can’t stop staring. My bones can’t stop the gracefulness of their undulations, and neither can my wrapping be less flattering. My body is trapped in beauty by envy.

I begin to dance tonight, steadily stepping in my flaming red shoes. I begin to dance tonight, to swing music, not the blues. Alone I spin, alone I swirl, alone I’ll jump and singularly twirl. But this independence is not the stuff of nightmares, public humiliation and certain depravation. I am the ocean, I am the sea, I am the sun, and there is nothing you can do to murder me.