Howard Firkin
Teach me to dance, sharp as a silhouette,
as smooth as birdsong, tireless as waves.
Teach me to set my steps between the staves
by second nature; so I can’t forget.
Teach me to dance and I will find you there.
Vibration, shake me free. Release me as
the clouds release the rain; the fungus gills,
the spore. I want your death that never kills;
I want what every disembodied has:
the chance to dance and to become aware.

I hear your music when I close my eyes.
I feel the other bodies on the floor.
Alone, at night, I feel my body rise
and disassociate to you once more.