He says hello with the back of his hand
And hugs you tight with his knuckles
You dance
You dance often
You dance when your voice has the wrong tone
You dance so your son doesn't have to be his partner
Your eyes are swollen shut by compassion and respect
He gives you butterflies with the front of his shoe
And he dresses you with a smoky eye
You welcome his love, on the ground like a doormat,
This is my body
- Bro'ken for thy sake
