Courting

He took me dancing on rooftop 

and for the first time I felt free,

warm city air down my navel neck, smiling,

musky cigar fumes, deep breath in, 

close my eyes to feel

sensations – skin, mouth, mind, fingers, lips, toes,

air 

between the spaces of my dress, 

one foot, two feet, off ground,

in his arms, out.

The homo sapien courtship dance 

is an elusive smile, mysterious eye,

softened voice just for her,

a fall and catch, 

rhythm and sync,

no thoughts, just instinct

and reading between heartbeats.

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