You arrived, all smirks and colognes,
A crisp button down, a contrasting necktie,
But involuntarily, you built a reflex in me
To hide my discoloured teeth,
Gather my umbrella cut creases,
And look down at crooked toes
Yet, you yanked my halterneck,
Not for a better view,
Instead to trace my bruised spine
And then to attain a perfect grip,
On a pair of drooping shoulders,
You let yourself also melt
Now ready and set to twirl me around,
You stapled that skater shift back,
And let me go about, like a spinning top
But, towards the end,
I clutched onto my sleeve,
To the much hyped, “Shall we dance?”
~Poem 8
