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“dance with me”

my pen whispers

every night

as the January wind whistles

and my aloe plant clings to life

listening to Velvet Underground

between Spotify ads

It tempts and teases me,

sitting at my desk,

the notebook waiting to be opened,

a dancefloor finer, smoother

than any other

fingers twitch and mind stretches

A blush.

“dance with me”