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Kitchen Dancing


The persistant buzz of the alarm
beckons me to start a new day.
Tossing my robe over my nightie,
I shuffle off to make the coffee.

Turning on the counter radio,
I rummage thru the cupboards.
Contemplating this morning's breakfast.
Cereal, pancakes, scrambled eggs?

During my preparations,
I listen for you to stir.
Anticipating the sounds of the shower.
The silence makes me think you are still sleeping.

As I head to the bedroom to wake you,
I am startled by your presence.
Standing in the doorway....
watching me.

My big burly man, so boylike.....
rough, tumbled, and sleepy looking,
in your blue and white striped robe.
But what's this, twinkle eyes?

As I slowly approach,
your arms reach for me.
With a husky voice you ask...
"May I have this dance?"

And I fall into your waiting arms.
Feeling the warmth of your body on mine.
We sashay across the lineolium floor,
ignoring the radio, making music of our own.

Lost in this magical embrace.
Lost in this moment together.
This special lil joy we call.....kitchen dancing.
Oh baby, I love you!