I count the steps

One, two,

And the count is lost

This way, I hear the road mutter

A little faster, the wind whispers

And the trees point the way

Image of the dancer enters my head

Bows, lifts up her head, and a glance

One and two and ..

I hear the road bend, and turn

And the wind play the pipe

Three and four and ..

Hands float in the utterance of the motion

Words depart her body in shades of jasmine

And her body brushes against mine

Her touch, plum blossom

Her breath, the rhythm of my heart

The road twists and growls

Her glance, canary in flight

My glance in search

Her breath suspends

And

I count the steps

One and two and ..

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