If My Body Were To Dance With My Spirit Poem by Pen Anthony

The record is on
I step forward and take a curtly bow
I offer my hand and her majesty obliges
Gently i pull her to me

Together we dance to the record
Her hips glide under her dress
Her palms tighten on mine
Her eyes glow in delight

My hands on her waist
Her's on my neck
Like an eagle landing
We come to a halt
Corner to the other cuts an applause

I close my eyes
Lean in to give the Queen a peck
It's then that I feel a push on my back
There are screams as I try to
Stop my wheelchair from
Hitting her majesty.