Poet to Dancer

Moving with you

I dare

leap up

the curving stair of space

to lay a lucid meaning

on the air

and trace

an arc of language,

as a heart-beat

loud and bare;

only in love beside

or hate

can ebb and flow of flesh

so plain articulate,

can breast and palm and thigh

dazzling as wing of humming bird

out-cry.

o, could the word

so speak,

reply,

be heard!

Kavinoky, Bernice