...: Premier Danseur... (forthespecialhimthatdancestohisownsong)

I. (sapphic)

on the off chance he motivated himself

to move beyond the gilded cage of life and

release the moans of his taut thighs to a world

starving and weakly...

II. (sapphic)

he had that swagga, had that concocted taste,

that harlem-meets-innocence air and by de/

fault he mastered the issuance of giving

what mattered the most...

III. (sapphic)

fey creature he was, maneuvering the sound

of his life...tom toms and asian bongo steps

'cross existence's stage...we were thirsty and he

poured himself 'til gone.

IV. (monoku)

he would jete new mornin's- leave breath kabuki and free

V. (sonku)

dug the way

he would fan/

dango this

righteous

livin'-he

cradled life...

VI. (monoku)

he cradled something precious - each time he macumbo'd the earth's beat

VII. (sapphic)

in some ways...he? diff'rent...was the extraction

of contemporary movements that spelled words

in motions that un-spoke his captivity...

he became the art...

VIII. (monoku)

became the expression he gave - leavin' us plantin' shrines to his sound.

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