12/7/08 for good reason- dancing girl

i'm listening to your mix, and my mix, mixed together, on shuffle, tonight.

they're mixing well.

together.

that's true.

YES.

no.

YES, actually.

yes.

when the words come there is no stopping them.
i will tell you this soon.
soon, you will ask me about writing, and songs.

what's the process like karmen?
do your fingers strum before your heart arrives?
or, do they dance together, always, always writing together, dancing?

i will tell you
yes,
there is dancing.
though my feet have been sleeping for years and choose not to participate.
still,
yes,
there is dancing.

and so, it is in my torso.
and so, it is in my shoulders.
and so, in my eyes as well, following the rhythms seamlessly.

(we are new here, and this may read as jumbled, noodled, smitten crazy talk. do not be afraid. words are play are free are fun are for saying it all before it makes any sense, yo.)

before i talk myself into clearer, less confused pastures, let me add,
tonight,
that i like these steps.
and,
i like them noticed.
one.
at.
a.
time.
each, alone, and together, and alone,
to be remembered,
eventually,
by two forgetful hopefuls.

hopefuls who are sleeping now,
on ground,
in air,
and for hours,
on end.

or,
for few,
for good reason.

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