Love Sonnet LXXXIV

You grab my hand, lead
me onto the floor, spin me
into your embrace, and sway
us into the music.

The music slows, you pull me
closer, our bodies feel the warmth
of the rhythm and the natural passion
of bump and grind. It’s an

older tune we are dancing
to, one that held us in our
youth, and you look at me

with that wicked smile
and said, “you could always
dance me into my peace.”