To dance – a perspective of bones, a musical bath
It's clearing a path of one's own
Blue jeans and muscle or crinoline rustle
You learn it in class or alone: to dance

To dance – it's a gravity thing
Shoes to the earth, pulling toward a verse that is beckoning
Oh, the dizzy effect of rhythm and sweat
Flying like a kid in a swing
To dance

Arms in a moment's unworried connection
A telling of hearts, where they don't need protection
A journey in place; a private affection to share

To dance is swimming in time
Where passion in public and prudence can somehow align
Moving like lovers on top of the covers
And everyone knows it's alright to dance

Touch without touching; love without grieving
Hold on and let go without anyone leaving
All of it part of the beat you're receiving and sending back out through your feet
In itself, it's complete
And, God, it is sweet to dance

To dance – the movement confides limbs in a language spoken in three quarter time
And it's suddenly gone at the end of the song
And you know you were safe all along to dance
To dance, to dance