Free Lines inspired by Len Cohen’s phrase, 'Dance me through the panic ...'

Dancing

Strings vibrate your soul
Embracing the unreal

Drums thump against  your heart

You breathe, your distinctive sweat

threaded through with Elan by Coty.

Your feet itch to stomp, to jump and sway,  

Your body invades your brain  

Your voice sings  along, anticipating

the new world drenched with promise

Panic                                                      

                    

Crowded places, detailed lists,                    

a thousand colours in your eye

sidelong looks, curling lips

leaden heart, boiling brain

shaking hands, frozen self

trapped tightly in one place

recalling futile actions 

and aborted promises

copping out, settling for less, 

embracing compromise.

haunted by unborn children,

breathing behind a wall of glass

Here comes  the panic and now there is no dance