Eyes on the prize, two hours
two people, two sets, two tones
symmetry in two movements
and such heavy eyes it was carefree comfort
despite heels that leave you ringing
the words don’t come tonight
the feelings too positive
the lift was from more than the heels
more than the voice, more than the major lift,
symmetry in two movements and four voices
from one bring me home
how many ways to talk about a good night
the words don’t come and when do you give up
and when do you decide what’s worth saying
leopold, sour cream, sports, nothing
freedom and its absence