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.