I want to dance like Louise LeCavalier

She flamed across stage

When I was fresh out from ballet

With the whisper of a spectre

Released from its chains

She took my breath up

In her pale hands

And threw it

Past the stars

In ever leap, twist, thrown and tumbled

She danced with the passion and

Power of a man in a feminine world

Ripped in muscle

From heavy industrial cylinders

In grace

Fluid through the languished restraint

Of pink corsetry.

Her red lips pressed in smile

Enigmatic like a Da Vinci vial

She took the word dancer,

burnt it out of the dictionary

And in careful choreography,

kicked that book up

With trick keep ups

Like a right foot midfielder from Brazil

Making poetry of football

I saw her lick flesh wounds

And sew desire.

A pioneer beyond barriers

In Canada

I want to swim in those waters

And drink the breath

That made a girl fly

And all those big hard boys cry

Ive always danced like Louise LeCavalier

We feel movement dual gendered, she and I

And transpose the power of

Our loins

Into a creature of peace, wrapped in sweat

And give birth to release the fires inside.