When you walked into the room,
I was expelled from my cell of solitude—
and saw a dozen angels rolled into one.
I wanted to speak, but fireflies flew out of my mouth
planting kisses on your lips, eyelids and cheeks.
My mouth watered as if you were something good to eat—
my eyes eyed your thighs as you crossed your dancer’s legs.
You smiled like a dolphin who had just leapt out of the water
projecting sunshine with the luminosity of 100 Quasars.
The resounding sound of Bei Mir Bist Du Shein
shook the walls of the room and had me tap dancing
all the way home—you as my dancing partner.