Corazon de Poeta

Dance with Me

–

“How about you swing your hips to the sound of the washer’s rinse cycle
or dance with the broom,”

he answered when I asked him to dance.

Taking the last swig from his empty bottle of whiskey,

he grabbed my neck.

He kissed me.

He laughed.

Flung his bottle.

Shattered glass.

I shoved.

He swung.

I dipped.

So, finally, we danced.

– A.DJ ❤