"waltz"
i can see a
powdered woman with her
index finger tickling her top
lip and a
gentleman in blue
being driven mildly wild
by her folded mannerisms
they bow to one another
and vow to stay silent
and sweep the floor with
the hovering transfer
of a
hand-kissed a face-blushed
a half-smile a look-down
a kiss-goodnight.
