To dance... freely

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It begins as a tickle, or an itch, somewhere, deep down, low in my viscera. An exquisite unease, Not painful, but impossible to ignore.   The itch travels, imperceptibly down and up, simultaneously reaching heart and hip. In the heart it ...

It begins as a tickle, or an itch,

somewhere, deep down, low in my viscera.

An exquisite unease,

Not painful, but impossible to ignore.

 

The itch travels imperceptibly, down and up,

simultaneously reaching heart and hip.

In the heart it is a flutter,

at the hip, a twitch.

 

What is this? 

 

Next, it is the ears, they begin to tingle,

to tune in, to absorb, to groove.

Is it a Thriller,

Too sexy for my...

Stairway to heaven?

 

We WILL rock you.

 

The heads nod, in agreement,

in unison,

in glorious harmonious acquiescence.

These words,

this beat,

THIS BEAT,

this beat.

 

They've got you moving,

feeling,

filtering the words through your heart,

most are getting trapped,

in that special sieve of the soul.

 

Music is life. 

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