Cheek to Cheek

There’s no better pull

than your sway as

we play

across

the crisscrossed

gemmed granite,

bouncing

luminous lines

by your necktie —

cheek to cheek

and my rosy red

foundationed on

yours a little bit

roughed and coughed

but I’d rather not

any pillow man nor

willowed dam

than his on mine

to the march of

heaven, I’m in

heaven.

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This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.

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