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