Won't Stop Dancing

I remember the first time I danced with her 

The lights were bright and hot

And I was so much quieter and desperate 

Sitting at the table, holding the best of myself in my palms 

Everything was telling me to stay at that table 

My shoulders were heavy 

I was sweating buckets, my hair sticking to my neck

the air was overwhelming 

And the air was so electric 

Nobody there knew me 

I wanted to spill out on the floor 

And show everybody who I am 

When I’m not around you, 

I wanted to dance and fly on that floor

The way I don’t at home, 

The way I do when my hands are open 

And so I advanced

And took her hand 

And she was surprised, and pleasant 

And she wasn’t mean 

She was soft, and so different

I wasn’t expected to like her

Unlike him, calling me hot,

She called me pretty

And she circled me 

And all the bad days in the past blended into one, insignificant 

And my hands held hers 

And she took the best parts of myself

When she let go 

My palms were empty 

My shoulders were light 

My soul was full

Even when I left the dance floor

Even when I went home that day

Even when she took me

I can’t recall it all negatively 

How could dancing so freely

Be wrong?