Centuries without peonies.

The way you move,

The breeze between your teeth and cheeks

Your tongue, where words dance and fly

Shuffle your shoes, get in the groove.

Just let it all hang loose. There is love in

This room. For you, I will hold the moon’s

Light and love you at night. I will dance across

The sea, until my feet turn sore. For you, I

Will leave my hair long, so you can love be

Before dawn. The way you move, is why

I love you.