i live to dance

dancing is my
life, she says,
with expressive eyes,
and open arms,
i live to dance.
to move my feet,
to hear the music
and let my body
find it's poetic
self in the beauty
of movement. and
you, what about
you, she asks me,
her face aglow,
her arms and
shoulders swaying
while she thinks
about dancing. me,
i say, i like
a nice slice of
cake, and then
a long long nap.