Put on them soft soul

shoes baby you know you want

to dance with me. At the fish

store yesterday I bought a pound of gray

sole — you know sole is a flat around

fish who wavers along the ocean floor kicking

up whispers of sand — makes a fine

supper my father always said. Let’s dance

in the kitchen my love tapping double time,

you are my soulmate I cry. For

your information sole’s eyes are on the upside

looking to the moon, baby. You know you want

to dance with me.