Dancing
When you don't know how,
Still feels good.
Two left feet don't matter.
Because you forget your human body
And find a better one
For the length of a melody.
Taken away
Carried by regret
Hugged by your inhibitions
And snuggled by loneliness
Because you forgot the song they sing
And find a better one.
It’s free verse, and making it seem like poetry and not prose is always a challenge, one you handled well. Meaning is clearly presented, and very economically. Love the message, that dancing done right can carry you to a better place (at least temporarily), execution de damned.
Fine work, and I’d also encourage you to crosspost these to other accounts — well worth sharing widely!
But for me, poetry is a form of venting and expression. It's tough to put it all out there, for everyone, everywhere. Maybe someday!