Shoves
and waves
across the floor
you call your sky.
He leans his head against my shoulder
and I squeeze him tighter.
I'll never feel him breathe
unless it's through me,
so I'll breathe deeper
for my Timothy.
He grasps my hand
with his flawless hand,
and he glides me along
as soon
as I open my eyes.

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"Dancing with Timothy" is my first published poem, featured in some book (and eventually on tape) of poetry sponsored by I however do not recommend these guys, as it was complicated and a process that was more stressful than it should have been. ANYWAY, this poem still won, and it's still special to me. Timothy is very important to me.

So yeah. Just a little trivia for ya, I guess. ; ) Thanks for stopping by.