YOUR DANCING FEET
Dance around the omen
of a rainbow on my pillow
when I wake up in the morning.
The pitter-patter of your feet
send the covert invitation of
a blissed-out folly plan for me.
Come dance with me, she sings
to a cacophony of ancient zithers
surrounded by claws that catch
and jaws that bite the uninvited.
All I ever wanted was you—and
your stunning choreography.
Let’s dance!