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by Joanne Marisa Leow
I just want someone to pick me up
and twirl me to music
like a spoon in a cup;

to feel all dizzy and drunk
with notes, rhythms and pulses,
my head swimming and sunk.

I just want to be held
and spun cheek to cheek,
to be inebriated with excitement
until my knees go weak

heart pounding
face flushed
eyes shining
into a face inches from mine
warmth and laughter all around
and dancing the only sound

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