I had the skin soaked with the warmth, sweat
It was never more the right time to remember
How our bodies are bound to connect to our souls
How our inner voice is much churned after an expressive physicality
We have long forgotten how our bodies function
I don't see that in the eyes I locked onto
Sometimes blindness finds us
and reap what's supposed to be innate in within
or maybe it was just me
For I've always imagined myself as a dancer
and made sure my rhythmic pulse engages
my respect for the universe
my thoughts that fly without constrains
and perhaps, my love for you
Out of the green
you stood in the middle of a field of tall grass
you soared with joy
as I caught a glimpse of that
that was all it takes
felt that I was lifted, a grip on my ribcage
I smiled
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