Lyric Poem · Love
Slow Dance in the Kitchen
We never learned the proper steps,
we sway more than we dance,
the dinner's burning on the stove,
the dog looks on, askance —
but somewhere between sink and fridge,
your head against my chest,
I figured out what music's for.
This. This. Forget the rest.
Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.
“Slow Dance in the Kitchen” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/slow-dance-in-the-kitchen
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