Dancing Like A Dog

Posted 06/03/2023

I took her paws in mine,
petite, small, and fine,
fell into my hands like a log,
we would be dancing like a dog

happy, fearless, alone,
because we were dancing at home,
both our hearts, how they throbbed,
dancing and panting like a dog

shush, my husband is home,
cannot dance unless alone,
maybe tomorrow like a hog
dancing, just dancing, with my dog

 

Written during a Poetry Workshop at Books Books Books in Lausanne, Switzerland. The prompt was “When was the last time you danced?”.

Type: Lyric Poetry