Life’s Too Short

The way he brushed his hand against my arm and down my back last night was tender seduction. My hand fell to the curve of his back in a graceful poetic tuck of the wrist. The middle finger grounds me to his body while the rest innocently stick out. Love permeated from our bodies as we embraced for the dance and made the first circular move with our feet.

“Five minutes of dancing,” I said a moment before that.

“Fifteen,” he countered.

It was 10pm, the kids were in bed, and both of us were tired from the day’s many activities.

“Five,” I held firm and pressed play on the music app on my iPhone. The music began and soon thereafter our feet.