Last night I danced.
I danced in a way that made me fall in love,
with my body.
I danced with men I will never kiss, but people thought we were in love –
and perhaps we were, for that moment in time.
They held me
Let me be strong
Admired me …
Supporting me a note longer,
letting my body fully extend …
before leading me into the next corner of music.
I stretched and dipped,
fell back, dropped low,
I spun out, then returned.
My body active and engaged,
every line longer and every space aware.
Over those hours on the dance floor,
I felt more alive than I have in years.
I am on a high I’d forgotten I could own.
I had the best first date ever and need more of me.