poetsday

The minutiae of Life & the two minute poem


mambo for claustrophobe

don't hold so close!, she said
as we turned into vacant space
these ever increasing circles
avoiding others like the plague
i want to dance under a moonlit sky
in an open field so i can feel
my feet chassé along the dew
but not with you, she said. alone,
a mambo for one, so i left her
in the centre of the floor and
before switching off the lights
reminded her emphatically
in 4/4 time: to remember
to put the cat out when she leaves.