We Dance

A poem about the daily 'dances' we do in our marriage

We Dance

I'm tapping and typing, 

fingers floating at the computer 

and you show up behind me,

slipping

your hands over my shoulders

down to the swell of my breasts

and I move forward, annoyed

but aroused, away from your hands.

At dinner, you're cooking, 

and steaming up the place.

I come and I slip 

my hands to your hips

I hold them there, 

your back is my pillow

and I rest, away from 

the chaos that was the day.

At night, you'll hold out your arm

and I'll get inside

your embrace

Roll up your arm around me

like a sleeping dance move

And then you'll complete the twirl,

raise up, and I am under you.

You will slip inside me 

and, arm around me, 

hold me there 

while I arch my back and we dance 

till the end of the song.

Reviews

[Lorraine]

Sweet and passionate. I like the way you use the dance as a symbolism for something else. I find it effective and creative. It sure does reflect the sweet tendencies of a married life.

Keep Writing. ^___^