Dance Floor

You accept all soles,
Have the guts to face the dirt.
You are happy with where you are,
Without you, they will all just fall

Down, deep under.

You accept the slipper
Of Hanna who comes early.
You see her new nail color,
But it will be covered soon
with her pink socks.

You accept the sneaker
Of Joseph who comes in late,
Hurrying to the group of eight,
You don’t mind his heavy kicks.

You accept the sweat
That drips from Miggy’s face
You accept even his whole body
When he lies down tired and exhausted.

You accept the slides, the strides,
The slips and the points
Everything.

You accept even the souls,
Have the guts to face their dirt.
You are happy with where you are,
Without you, they will all just fall

Down, deep under

The regrets of passion.


Krizelle R. Talladen
February 26, 2011