...A Poem by Ookpikhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fo-qNzexDWE&ab_channel=AsafAvidan. . . She taps the heel Of her polished shoe - buckled And black - against the varnish Of the spinning floors, shaking, About the rumbling echo Of the newly minted Marital-hall. . . She wants to dance; She wants to dance, but I’m not her partner . And, I think, were I even, All she’d really want to discern - . With the seductive tap Of that resounding heel And the quizzical turning Of a blushing, russet-brow - . Is if I’d want to be . And how quickly I might hasten To transform proposed dances Into abruptly choreographed . Realities. . . . . . . lol . . .
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