Worth

As much as I've tried to understand this poem, it drifts over my head, mocking me in a sweet smile. Knowing I can't quite grasp the texture within it's depth. Like a good smell one cannot place.

The image description indicates this is about dancing...which is beyond my experience, minus when I'm alone in the dark.

If I may query, why do you dance? What kind of dance? What is good about it?