WordDance (for Muenster)

When I write

Words take my

Hands and pull

Me to the

Dance floor they

Spin me and

Dip they tease

Me with the

Harmonies of their

Melodies they whisper

Into my ear

I’m all yours

My love let

Us waltz and

Samba and be

Together right here

Gleefully exhausted I

Slump and begin

To do this

Now to you