Just another dance poem

[I can't say exactly how I feel when I throw myself into ballet, but I guess that's why we have poetry.]

The only way to describe this is love--the knowledge
that this is the happiest I've ever been beats through my blood
in time with the music.

and You've taught me that
comfort does not necessarily bring happiness;
there is a better kind of Comfort you find
through its opposite.

physical pleasure does not bring happiness.
Muscle, bone, sweat, work:
inglorious things meet with what they call
Art, Motion.  Beauty. (life, I think)

Whether or not I capture these
I have captured the love.
(It has captured me.)