The Music of my life

In the music of my life
 Others seem to master the tango...
      My friends seem to waltz in pairs

I try....  I trip....
I step on people's toes
I fall.... I rip my dress....

Dancing this music sometimes 
    Gets boring... morbid... dull
         I'm still doing the burlesque....

sliding.... gliding.... snapping.... twirling.... spinning....
       In other words, 
           I'm not easy to hold...

Sometimes I get feisty...
Sometimes I pose...
      stare and walk away

This dance is eternal 
     The song keeps changing
          the lyrics help me dance
                sometimes it makes me sit at the corner and cry...

Some make me groove 
     And drop it like it’s...
             it's just mine.

At this point, I need a friend
To waltz with me day and night...
I know the lyrics are changing 

I dance samba
As I swish...swash my dainty physique
I am giving music a novel definition 
To tango with a friend 
who is aware of my wants and meets my needs

As we do the contemporary dance
I want him to understand me
And love me...
As I do my burlesque

At this point...
The music demands self intimacy...
self control... and self confidence...

... I'm
Dancing
... to
the ...
music 
... of ...
my life ...!