Fever Dance

by Faith Odegbami

Work through me and let your sickness be known This is no forever kiss, Or potential hitch This is a quarrel of who will last Will I slip into the wills Of a terrible dance Or will I find poise in discomfort My feet and toes bound to a point It is a personal pain to dance To express the contents of your heart It looks beautiful to the eye, But to reach this point Took a toll on your body Blisters bleed and calluses hold Redefining your soles and what it means to stand whole