Trance

Careful now But not too much, He taught me How to touch. How to dance With people around How to sing Without a sound. Hands locked, Tips in knuckle groves Side to side Feet that move. Weighed down But they still sway, Both have known No other way. The left is tired The right is weak His toes are numb His ankles creek. Vines, they tangle Strap down the feet Tie the arms A slow defeat. But not one flinch Nor a glance Nothing has changed Still in his trance.