She dances.
Not with her feet, or by spinning around.
But with her eyes and with her teeth.
He sings.
Not with his voice, or by making a sound.
But with his fingers and with his flesh.
I bleed.
Not with my veins, or by cutting the skin.
But with my dreams and with my voice.
She sings.
Not with her breath, or by speaking aloud.
But with her feet and with her fingers.
He dances.
Not with his legs, or by moving around.
But with his blood and with his smile.
I bleed.
Not with my veins, or by cutting the skin.
But with my dreams and with my voice.
She bleeds.
Not with her veins, or by cutting her skin.
But with her eyes and with her teeth.
He bleeds.
Now with his veins, or by cutting his skin.
But with his fingers and with his flesh.
