Our Very Own Dance Poem by Raymond Magabe

She picks her nose in front of me
and I think of our lips touching.

She snatches the snack-pack from my hands
and I laugh till I wet myself a bit.

She licks her fingers clean
and I am tempted into helping.

She runs her mouth dry from talking
and I just want to keep listening.

She groans enough-is-enough
and I can't help but keep going.

She assures me that I am enough
and I commit to keeping her glowing.

She says she can't feel her heels and toes
and I say you have been dancing.