Two Left Feet

On a fire-cracked Sunday we started the laughter peeling the rind off the sun dripping juice Burning the grass with each step that we took, as we danced~ Never a keeper of soul, Never one to put up a jive with left feet like rocks I break into smiles You are no better Hip shakes in giggles Brimming the air with the snapping of twigs Sun soaked delirium limeade on ice swirling bright neon in trite afterglows We dance with green lips in the sun, on a Sunday and suddenly you are the steps that I know.