THE DANCE

You work so hard
to woo me

Once I surrender
you become less tender

Your fingers forget
my number

Contacting me encumbers
you

It's a dance that needs
to come to an end

So I can begin
my new life

No longer a wife
I need a new man

To hold my hand
and lay next to me in my bed

Bodies warm with slumber
both of us under

Each others spell


By Lynn Hahn