i never knew he was a dancer,
until we tripped our way
up the stairs.
he swung around the railing
like he's done this before,
but i didn't care.
the door was always
effortlessly propped shut
by his foot
as he falls into me,
imprinting his mattress
with our bodies.
he's slowdancing with my heart,
as he wraps his arms around me.
he's giving me a gift,
moving,
with the beat of our pulse.
and it's like a couple's first dance;
every time.