kitchen dancing

she says let's go dancing.

sure I tell her.
i'm rusty, but ready.

she spins around like a top
in her little back dress
and heels.

I catch her before she falls.

oh my, she says. I have a case
of the vapors. I think I had one
too many glasses of vino.

maybe we need to practice some more,
I tell her, clearing out the kitchen
to give us more room.

I turn up the music, put the party
lights on,
and away we go.