溜冰人 開心的生活

Five. Six. Seven. Eight.
Move. Breathe. Feel. Live.

Movement.
A shy arm waiting, making wavering hinge-like movements.
Your foot, slide it, glide it, smoothly, slowly
To a point
And lift, And hold, hold, hold, -- To wait to lower it.
Leg quivering, muscles tight and tired
Until it floats to meet the floor.
Or triplets,
On a front diagonal, down, up, up,
Or backwards, down, up, up,
So serious -- What do they mean?
Yet happy too,
Don't overthink it.
It's just positive, happy, feel-good movement.

Happiness,
A glimpse of tenderness
Is to feel your soft breath spread through your muscles.
Let's hold this ending a while.
I feel your breath.

I feel your gaze.
A glance in passing,
As whirligigs bouncing on an earthen playground, or
A steadfast, continuous, unbreakable smiling gaze
Held alive in an intertwining pose,
Your eyes shine so brightly.

Your eyes are full of life.
The radiance of a universe of stars
Dancing
In unison in a corps cannot match your brilliance.
The glistening eyes,
The tender breath,
The beating heart,
The pulse of life,
The smiling thoughts.
Movement is life.
I love to move.