Terpsichorean TremorsA Poem by PeteWe have the St. Vitus' dance, and cannot possibly keep our heads still. - ThoreauWarm breaths breathing 'pon each other's strutting neck. Saying, "What the heck." Stepping in the spotlight of a heavenly sun. Our spirits cutting a rug of undeniable fun. Lets go. We'll start with a timeless tango. Working our way up to a passionate, pink flamenco. Reigniting the clicking castanets of a forgotten fandango. We'll dance like St. Vitus. Without anyone even having to invite us ... © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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