tiptoes on top of toes
swaying side to side
as if standing on a rocking ship
letting myself go completely.
leaning with the music
as if nothing in the world
not even an unexpected branch
could scrape me as we pass
to and fro, back and forth
trusting in your arms.
held. unafraid.
unafraid because pain and I haven't met yet. I miss that.
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