When we rearranged the living room
to make a passage between kitchen
and patio, we found enough room
The other day you said when life
returns to normal, we could
take some lessons.
I don’t want to wait for someone
to teach my body how to move when
a tune I love starts playing.
We didn’t need lessons in how to find
each other across a room, either,
though we had come to the party
with other people, and would
go home with them.
I pull you to your feet and kick off
my sandals. The Tennessee Waltz
is playing its old sad story of lost love.
And here we are in the middle
of our 36th year of married love,
in the middle of our Oriental rug,
©March 1, 2021, Marika Stone
6 thoughts on “Dancing in Our Living Room”
Does get much better than that! Dance, on. Mary
I love this, M…especially the finale…
How wonderful that you are still in love after 36 years and enjoy being in each others arms!
NICE!!! I love it
I love it, Marika! We should all dance every chance we get.