You are my dance-time lover <br />the one who dances dances dances; <br />while I sit at the table <br />with my husband. <br /> <br />I am bathed in music <br />and incipient Infidelity <br />because it is you I crave. <br /> <br />In my mind I get to move with you <br />your face always in change: <br />but in your dance <br />I reach for the evening sky; <br />expand, <br /> <br />moving with the energies, <br />losing myself to rhythms there. <br /> <br />Is it cheating? <br /> <br />It is. <br /> <br />Dancing's the blame <br />and a heart structure <br />which has no power against <br />dancers who seduce <br />wives <br />with music <br />and bodies which ungulate. <br /> <br />I am warm.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dance-cheat/
