Alone, in a crowd

Dance beats,
thump thump thump,
consume, mesmerize,
strike fear in my soul.
Graceful undulations,
writhing slender bodies
entrusted to the universe,
heart and flesh harmonized
in sacred rhythm,
if only for an instant,
evoke lustful envy.
My flesh doesn’t
flow
so much as
jerk,
seize.
Flailing to grasp the beat
I glimpse myself in mirrored wall
and wonder whose body this is
that I claim as my own.

©2017 Kenneth W. Arthur