I Can Make You Dance

I can make you dance hum to songs sang soft or loud beneath the setting sun, tap and clap to the quickstep jumps and turns and runs; you could spin and twirl and glide along the weathered floor feet tapping and clicking begging to do a little bit more and as the music changes from waltz to tango or to ballroom extravaganza sambos and salsa fandango, even disco raptured jive or the east coast swing you would giggle and chortle at the foolishness of life's lost spring; but as the years slip by, quick twisted turns rocking away you would churn and align the dancing squares at play and then we'd rest these old brittle bones making our way together along the journey home or you could watch and I could do it, I could dance and forever keep you laughing with every stance.