Can we dance like lovers,

push and pull,

grab and miss, 

touch and flutter

eyes like molten lava.

Can we love like dancers,

drop and catch, 

lead and follow,

in and out 

of rhythm,

and make mistakes, feel lonely like

two souls in hollow bones,

no longer alone, but sometimes still lost.

Can we dig for water to quench the empty,

and walk the road of Exodus,

and sing the poem of our hearts,

and find our way back home.