bh

 

I crabdance

 

my knees bent

jumping

 

hands behind my back

 

my head dips and sways....

 

there, there

 

I give here, there...

 

please take....

 

 

continue the dance

 

heels up and then down like

a funny dance

 

clap behind my back

 

smirk...

 

 

continue down the road of life,

 

stop to admire a flower garden

 

there is no instant flower, nor apparent growth

 

no beauty under pressure

 

no soil so black

 

no life so white

 

just sweat hard work toil and in the end

pleasure

 

but that is always a luxury