Dancing in the Kitchen – a poem

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Dancing in the kitchen

I guess it was just after midnight

We were a little wired from the heat
And skittering delight.

We’re getting to know each other

Inch by inch
Minute by minute
Night by night.

I stood strangely in the kitchen
My arms were crossed
Because I’m afraid of this.

You leaned in with easy confidence.

Immutably, you rocked me
Swayed me
Played me.

You danced in my kitchen,
As if it were your own.

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