Two-Step

Sparrow Womack

She winks at me with bluegrass eyes

Her boots click on the oaken floor.

The fiddle plays its lullabies.

She stokes the fire as it roars

A mournful sound between the flames

That harmonizes with the tune

The strings buzz with, a song of names

Of rivers dancing with the moon.

She dances over with a twirl

And sets her hands upon my hips,

A touch that makes my heart unfurl.

I brush a kiss across her lips.

But it’s a daydream made of glass,

This dance we share. The blue-eyed grass.