Uncommon Choreography - Poem by Robert J. Tiess

We never dance as others do
   when silence dies
      then heartbeats rise
and music breathes me into you

love's torrid song
   sung by our eyes

reviving wild rhapsody

yet harmony

ballet of souls

all motions flowing beautifully:

what no one tempers
   or controls.

Yes, we must whirl
   imperfectly

in steps we take
    where we desire

    acutely true
    intensely free

barefooted through
   both ice and fire.