Conversations in a Deserted Diner - Pt 2

"I am not the dancer I was 

 in my childhood days

 but under your gaze 

I have been emboldened to sway

Along the thrum of your heartbeat.. 

I am quite light on my feet" 

 "My hands are too soft for 

labour and toil 

  Yet I am compelled to dig 

   in the field of your soil

   You carry about you a layer of dirt....

   warm, soft and down to earth"

Go to : Conversations in a Deserted Diner Pt 1