Sonnet 40 – Dancing With You

I extend my hand to you, a silent
invitation to come and dance with me.
No words are needed - you and I were meant
for moments like these. Moving eagerly

from the table to my arms, you flash a
smile so full of sweet promise that no man
would doubt you love just him. As I press “play”
our song resumes - so does our dance. Between

the kids’ “ew, gross” and “aw, man” I fall in
love again. Your small hand in mine, my arm
around your waist, I lean forward, begin
to sing to you. Your eyes hold me - so warm,

so deep, I find myself lost in loving
you. We kiss while the girls watch us, giggling.