we attended a
party
before we were married.
we danced,
we smiled, we laughed,
we glowed
out
on
that little dance floor.
we attended the same party
one month married.
I wanted to dance,
to smile, to laugh,
to glow,
to hope others
would join us
out
on
that little dance floor.
he danced with me once,
and then had enough.
"what kept you from dancing?"
there was no reply.
"what kept you from dancing?
i want to know why.”
he chose not to dance
when other men said:
"if you dance with your wife,
hold her close
like before~
then our wives will watch
they'll pressure us more
to go
out with them
on
that little dance floor.”
a choice
kept his presence
from me that night
a connection of joy and affection
was broken by slight
out
on
that little dance floor.
