Poetry · Writing

my favorite ode

i ask for this dance;

your hand in mine

the curve of my palm at curve of your waist

we won’t waste the song

either my own or one that is slow-

slow enough so our steps sync with our beat

it is

unique

our beat

drums come

the night

stay; in

our arms

we will

dance till

our hearts

recall

every

note  played;

the song

our song we will humb on the way home

humb in our bed

humb in our dreams

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