That’s What You Do to Me
Sugar
lift me out of my chair
onto the dance floor
jitterbug me up the walls
I find myself
shimmying across the ceiling
jazz hands out the window
on to the roof top
Benny Goodman’s
“Sing, Sing, Sing” trumpets scream
trombones slide feet
one-two-three, one-two-three
rock, step
my feet lift
sweet clarinet one-two, one-two
over the moon
I say hey to the cow
as I come back down
a hard descent
back to the ground
where you are not
and I’m full of insulin and dizzy
ready
for one more dance
another sweet taste
of you.
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