Shenanigans

If I were a dancer I would
Dance all night with you if I could
Or (if I couldn't) fake it well

You are an entrancer and you
Deciding to dance with me too
Could fake it till I couldn't tell

We would wear ridiculous hats
And engage in engaging chats
With startled strangers in the street

Chatting them up upside the head
Pass by the passersby we meet
Then giggling tickle into bed

Where using only body heat
We'd more than meet our quota of
Shenanigans in lucky love

Dancing or faking you and me
The motions of our poetry

+Steven Curtis Lance



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