Careful now
But not too much,
He taught me 
How to touch.
How to dance
With people around
How to sing
Without a sound.
Hands locked,
Tips in knuckle groves
Side to side
Feet that move.
Weighed down
But they still sway,
Both have known
No other way.
The left is tired
The right is weak
His toes are numb
His ankles creek.
Vines, they tangle
Strap down the feet
Tie the arms
A slow defeat.
But not one flinch
Nor a glance
Nothing has changed
Still in his trance.