57. Partner Dance (Myshkin, 2020) · couplets

Coiled power, primed to be unleashed and play, Their hearts and bodies jitter and they sway. Dynamic world that wasn’t there, now is. Those flowing limbs—what’s hers, and what is his? Their training structures, limits. They abide, Yet wildness shimmers, tired of trying to hide. It’s been so long, self-trust is hard enough, To co-create with strangers, twice as tough. For timing to sync up… it takes… some time. Their bodies listen, rounding into rhyme. Ah! That was it! The moment when they click, Their partnership consumes and tendrils stick. The joy of dancing freely on display, Potential energy says “come what may” And when it does, they channel it with glee, New shadows shifting shape, they set them free. There’s just a handful who would understand This yearning for a partner-in-command, This unity in turning song to sight... It’s time. They leave the dance floor, shining bright.