More NaPoWriMo (from a few days ago)

Saturday's prompt from Poetic Asides was to right about an intereaction. It could be between two people, or it could be between two animals (or Robert used the example of the interaction between a bee and a flower).

Here's my draft.


In the Modern Dance Class


The body meets the floor, melts its shoulders
and spine into smooth wood, fans its arms
as though to fly, presses palms and thighs.
The body loves the floor's firm plane
on stomach and breasts, knees
and carefully the back of the head.
On these worn boards, the body curls
like an embryo, unfolds in a star,
gathers itself and leaves the floor, leaves
only its two distant feet on the floor
and the floor calls out for it. The body
has met this floor before, the body
has the map of gravity and knows
how to go back, how to spiral-glide down
into a sea shell, lolls its haunches,
rolls and stretches, feels what it's like to touch,
to caress the floor as long as it can.