The Dance

Let us talk about 

the terror and the triumph 

of those first dance steps

in the dark 

when you reach 

out your hand

before the lights shine

down upon the stage

and you must trust

that your fingers

will find each other 

that the opening 

arpeggio of the guitar 

will strike like a match

to break the silence

each time 

the uncertainty 

stops us from drawing breath

and it is as if every nerve waits 

to pour fire along the riverbed 

of its course

until the warmth 

of the flesh of the hand 

comes out of nothingness.

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