Ice Skating.

{accidentally deleted it earlier...}

On the ice it's like I fly,
On a freezing, glacial sky,
With feet like wings I glide a loop,
Every stroke, a languid swoop.

With my boots I feel at home,
My ice-cold land I'm free to roam,
My hands just so, my legs apart,
I feel my movements in my heart.

The music slow or fast in beat,
The crowd on edge, of every seat,
My breathing paced, prepare to jump,
And in my throat that present lump-

And then I flip and swerve and dive,
On the ice I'm so alive!
My breath is smoke but I don't care,
As long as ice is everywhere.