Dance Me, a poem by S Francis

You’ve become a presence in my mind,
A force that wraps around the night
Seducing daylight from my darkness
Like a blind man sees as if healed
Now aware of his mind’s inhabitations
That wanted to dance
That wanted to come out and play.
You dance me.

I want to turn that poem into this,
Because sometimes poets do that
Their poet’s brains choosing a path
Better revealed one step at a time.

Come out and play me,
I want to be your piano.
On my back, show me Mozart
Bizet, Beethoven or Gershwin
I hardly know them, but want to.
I lay on my back ready for you
To teach me everything until
We create a song none had imagined.

Dance me.
Play me.
Keep seducing the daylight
Now warming my days.

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