& we were weaving ourselves together, weren't we? curling arms and legs and hips into a tapestry of motion
& as i walked home after midnight dancing alone down endless dark sidewalks & as boys in cars yelled to me out their windows at stoplights
my feet got tired and my head heavy, & i thought, how strange, how quickly my fatigue returns
here in the quiet landscapes of nighttime, of bars closing and buses no longer running, & how
i could have danced forever in that room, sweating and stripping down and recharging with every beat, with every surge of energy from the people around me, & i think this (as everywhere)
is where we find beauty &
where we cast our spells
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