red wine

get a glass of
red wine in her
and she'd start
dancing. alone,
or not, she couldn't
stay still, she'd
be up all slinky
and cat like with
a smile on her face
and she'd begin to
move, twisting
and sliding, tapping
her heels across
the hardwood floor.
get two drinks in
her and it was
dancing of another
sort altogether,
and that was good too.
and more fun
than the first.