I want you at the edge of your seat.
I want you right next to me.
I want you to dance aggressively
and spin around to fall,
but you'd make it look like a routine.
You do this thing that is a spectacular ending.
Suddenly up,
then down.
Your body is a voice with wind gusts.
Your taste buds are a secret.
You are surround sound.
You are renowned.
Knowledge takes you around the world
without warning.
Will you be here tomorrow?
Tomorrow, will the day bring you here?
~Tina Meeks
