a poem a day for a year #154

by Amy Turn Sharp


I was dancing to siouxsie and the banshees
in the living room
and all of the sudden when I opened my eyes
you were standing there 
smiling
and I put my arms down and walked towards you
and instead of blushing
I pulled at your arm
and we both made moves like gothic kids
on dirty sidewalks
after the sun stopped
shining