Prompt: Dance with me   Poem 16: I’ve been here for far too long with no real idea of what I’m doing or why – but I’m going to beg you to shut up and dance with me –   because I need one hell…

Glug, glug, glug the water fills the mug. Swoosh, splash, plop, hubby pours it in the top. Hum, rattle against the metal. boils the soon-to-be tea in the kettle. Gurgle, bubble, ease,  Poured gently over the leaves. “Tea, my queen?” he says with a bow…