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