She’s
so warm
this
morning,
Beside me
in
my bed,
There’s
the scent
of
what we
did
last night,
and
the
memory
of what
she
said.
Every
movement’s
like
a movie,
Rewinding
in
my head,
Every
time
we do
the dance
of
love,
I’m
SO HAPPY
I’m
not dead.
The climax
is
an eclipse,
Of the sun
and
Of the moon,
As we
perform
our love dance,
To
a primal
beat
and
tune.
Sometimes,
She
is
the
captain,
and
I’m
a deck hand
on this ship,
No matter
what
the
circumstance,
love’s dance
is
worth
the
trip.
