He pulls me close
rocking us
back and forth
on our
linoleum dance floor
with his
left feet.
So
fluid, we only hit the pantry door
one time.
He sings to me
and although his voice is sincere,
it is off key
and flawed.
This seduction would be laughable
if his arms were not so strong around my waist
and the light from the stove was not so lovely