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.
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