Life's Dance Card

Fancy free, feet loose

dancing on your shoes,

toddling till my toes could tap,

frying like bacon on the carpet,

sizzling away from the fleeting

summer days.

perfection in simple, uneven

steps.

***

Pulling hoodie strings down tight,

gifting one arm only hugs,

and pinky promises;

my swivel hips will stay in the living room.

How I fall in love watching you

spin, and dip,

twisting together into pretzels,

the way I can only imagine lovers do.

***

Spiraling through the danger zone,

we set the floor on fire with the family name.

I could have sautéed in victory,

dressed in gold from crown to blouse,

sporting purple satin pants that bruised the ego

of men who tried to demand I wear a dress.

I never thought not to believe,

there would never be anyone

to sashay in a moonlit kitchen with me

***

Now... my pen swirls and curls

over neat blue lines that reflect

the somberness in turns

I do not get to take

within shared space,

others wrapped in tangos

as my favorite songs play...

dance card empty...

everyone seems to have forgotten their pens.