let her take you

butter pat melt-sliding
on golden french toast
served up at square table
_______

forehead to forehead
that way our knees don’t get in the way
we quick-quick slow-slow
around the floor
leaning in to each other
while the band cheers us
and the new move on
_______

just close your eyes
and let her take you
where she wants to take you
says the woman with curly white hair
as we two-step past her table
_______

you two another women we’ve
never met says are my favorite
couple on the dancefloor
and this plus
the joy/delight/sweat/laughter
plus the band calling out for
liana and i to come back next time
all feel like
a resounding message
from the universe
regerding the YESness
of the magic we can make
when our bodies/hearts/brains
inhabit the same timespace
_______
i say something about throwing
my jacket down over the puddle
while she hoists me
piggy backing saying
only one of us needs to get our
boots wet
_______

slipping into sleep
blood singing
a burst of sun in my bones

 

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