1 contemporary

i never knew he was a dancer,

until we tripped our way

up the stairs.

he swung around the railing

like he's done this before,

but i didn't care.

the door was always

effortlessly propped shut

by his foot

as he falls into me,

imprinting his mattress

with our bodies.

he's slowdancing with my heart,

as he wraps his arms around me.

he's giving me a gift,

moving,

with the beat of our pulse.

and it's like a couple's first dance;

every time.