in the beginning,
it was all romance.
we used to dancein the kitchen.
slowly around the room,
the music
pouring out of the small
radio
on the counter.
the lights down low
as the oven
warmed our backs.
we didn't have a song
like couples
often do.
we never got around to
that.
although, if i had to pick
one now, it would be
that old standard by
Ray Charles,
hit the road jack.
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