Day 5 of 30 Poems/30 Days

‘Feint’
I return where I said I’d never be
or maybe never left:

Down her heel,
past the feet,
over her toes,
back again.

She says ‘be careful of my love,
it’s gunpowder in your head.’
And I say ‘oh your dance,
if I could only learn those steps.’

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