Monday, January 21, 2019

Only the Dance (Warm Face, Warm Hands, Warm Feet)

I’m stepping out lively
on this ripe occasion.
Aren’t I lovely?
Sin is behovely
(I have to mention
as I step out lively).
But no depravity
or vile intention—
keeping it lovely.
Nor expecting an unduly
harsh evaluation
of my step-so-lively
as I click my ruby
slippers for ascension.
Aren’t they lovely?
You step with me—
my spur to pay attention
to the beat, as we step lively.
Aren’t we lovely?