Slow Dancing

The music is in her hips
And you just can’t help it,
She’s in your arms like magic
And she’s looking at you like you’re mad
As you dance around the living room
Or over the curb as you paused in walking.

She may laugh,
But her arms still make a necklace
Fingertips brushing the nape of your neck
As you both spin slowly in place
Caught up in the song
Vibrating soft along the ribbons of your veins.

Everyone knows these steps
Fingers and lips and feet playing the pauses
The changes, a duet of subtle everyday ordinary beauties
Two bodies in time, swaying
Wrapped up in the silence
Too happy lunatics dancing along
To the music in her hips.


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