skating week three

There's a cool burn up through from buttock, my back, around my waste, up around my breasts; muscles I forgot about. My legs are simply happy; even inner thigh from too much movin' and groovin' to the music, the rythm and lights a sparkle more temptation than I can resist.

Attempting to much too soon and the foibles that result. I slip and turn, backwards, left, right recalling how my body moved in youth, and then I even fall...gails of laughter insue, laughter and smiles, eyes bright from the fun of it.

I spin, arms wide, move into gliding smooth and lean. The beat ba-boom-ba in a one-two, a one-two-three.

I remember being young once and free from these things that came too soon. I remember...