The False Floor
the wandering placement of your feet
draws (nonsensical) shapes
in circles i sit
designated targets
orbiting
in sameness
the world you know
holds you
so i release my grasp
like yesterday's balloon
or tomorrow's wilted rose
i've never danced on sand dunes
or said
"I love you."
with weight or breathless
ecstasy.
it's not been mine
tap dancing on
this false floor
the hollows beneath
laugh