Our Dancing Days
for M.S.

honey, I feel horny, you’re on my mind
I’m full of memories, centuries of them

how unhappy I was when we left Eden
have you your wedding dress, one made of leaves

how memories linger, cling to us
wet clothes, we two caught in rain

what are you caught in, who near by
to free you, like I used to

you used to free me too
couldn’t have you, couldn’t see you, used to suffer

want to see you now, hold you bare

in this hot summer weather
we’d be as sweaty as lovers

sweaty as our bellies together sometimes were
when we danced

who are you dancing with these days
or dicing with for silver


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
5:58 p.m. 15.08.09