You Don’t Dance

You Don’t Dance

You don’t take the soul
I gave you, even though
I said I love you, and

you haven’t kissed me
lately and the night
is very lonely.

Dance with me. I
have a rhyme spin. I know

a Knight you wanted, but
I have no armor that’d be
against you

and you unpeel me
as if I were a speckled banana.

No you don’t know me,
never taken what I offer.

No, you don’t take my soul
even though I gave it freely, no.

You don’t love me
even though I crave you
even though I’m of you.

So, if I am so-so
and you are tango, then I

will be a Samba, all
fluid hips and spin, if

only you’d take me
to heart somber nightly
waiting for the dawn, and
the rise of us in joy

when I laugh into
your giggle

— Douglas Gilbert


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