Jumping rope

Whip, whirl, Whip, whirl,
faster and faster the rope spins,
and I jump.
My wrist and arms move the rope in it's perfectly circular bubble forming arch,
The eyes focus for balance,
The ears listen for the whip and whirl whirl,
and my heart beat falls into rhythm in a symphony of practicing perfection.

Whip, whirl, Whip, whirl
Bubbling rage warms my blood,
and the rope moves faster.

Whip, whirl, Whip, whirl
Controlled and wild the feet dance in skips and hops,
then a side to side,
left leg, right leg,
I dance and dance and dance,
in bodily rhythm in rage and in joy,
in contradiction.

Whip, whirl, Whip, whirl
Blood boils, sweat drips and when the lactic acid in my muscles can't take it
and when my lungs gasp,
I'll lose rhythm,

Whip, whirl, whirl
and Stop. - but my spirit still moves, heart still beats, and sweat still drips.