poem: won’t you dance?

good, I'd needed something new
a fellow someone hammer-hewn
and wrought, and wrenched
and solitude was not the right occasion

I'd needed something off my chest
but must admit, with interest
that something heavy had accrued:

the weight of all that missing glue—
the funny thing is, missing you
was something that was missing too

oh, won't you dance?
the moon is always gone too soon
we have one night 'til morning comes
so dance, won't you?

and feel the grit and grass and dew
between your toes
and toss your shoes

we never needed anything
but summer's kiss
and we had two

we had to.

there was no choice and such a chance
we have one night and then we're through
so dance, won't you?






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