in those so-long-ago days
oh. how felt born to dance with you
i know none of those dance-dreams
jiggled in you nor loosened arms
in tingling wingling circles
about your hips
nor tilted the slight quiver
of a mouth alight with unspeakable
savor briefly smoky then
buttery with honey on the side
and all the way
down
it all begins with
the dance damn it
j. pratt-walter
6/22/2019