Gyrating, repulsing,
Twisting tiny and healthy curves or frame in the crowd.
Sweaty men and women close to my body.
Blaring, rhythmic, pulsating sound emitted to everyone.
We are captured in a movement called DANCE.

When you feel like you can't talk about your deepest emotions.
I am here without limitations and boundaries.

When rejections are intolerable,
I will accept you regardless of your flaws.

Whenever you want to cry don't hold back,
I have a tissue ready for you in my hand.

When you feel like the world endlessly spins you in the wrong direction,
I will help you steer and navigate.

When you want to self destruct,
with all your strength and mine we will make it stop.
When love hurts, step back and let me cuddle the pain until its gone.

Destitute? Contemplative? or simply Gratified?

It's an inconceivable mood so hard to extinguish at the moment.

Observant I may, of the passers by,

while I sip my cup of coffee,

against the elements of conversing, busy populace.

Am I timid to talk?

Probably not enjoying this sunny, brisk,

Mid-morning month of May.