Our Kitchen Dance

The way we
danced that
night was beautiful.
It was not
planned
and some
might not call it
a dance.
But it is.
Dances come in many
forms.
Our dance
is in the Kitchen.
You are cooking
and I am setting
the table.
This is not our
Kitchen,
but for this week
its is.
The ocean
breeze comes
through the
kitchen
whispering
to both of us.
The smells
of the kitchen
remind me of
what it is like
to be married.
We are almost
there...
One day
we will be dancing
in our kitchen.
You will be cooking,
And me...
Hmmm? I will be
be smiling
and yes dancing
with you.