Will you dance across me?
My chest, my belly
put your foot there to dance.
Will you always love me?
My hands do shake
waiting for yes.
I don’t ask, mostly because I know.
That not always
will come sooner than too.
I’ve seen your eyes on Mondays
and I’ve known you
disappointed at Saturday.
I would ask,
but the fear of your no
oh.
screaming at low volumes
