It's in the Eyes, It's in the Hands
Fingers curled, pupils searching
Twirl and courtesy
turn, slide
In and out, up and
down, bend
Muscles and flesh, thighs caress
Use up all the music,
step
Don't leave me too
soon, lean
How warm do you want to get?
Who are all of these
gypsies?
Why are we making hay?
Let's meet in the middle
See you at the end,
balance
At last I can hold
you, swing
How many others will there be?
Before you come back
to me
Dear God, be still
your flowing skirt!
Lee Maddox
24 Dec 1995