Nossa Danca

The Dance

Semi-quavers quiver
bent-double
on the dancefloor,
tender is the night,
moonlit bodies bob
with the current,
treble cleft hearts
spin solo, all souls
now one –

punctuated movement,
semi-colonials of the night’s
exclamations, abbreviations –
a ricochet of notes
slip slyly  away
from the saxophone’s
crushed  crescendos –
midnight’s ellipsis…
bodies curve
quotation marks
leaning towards their
future