not by me

The creaking boards
Beneath my shoes talk back
As I dance upon them.
They shout they are in pain
From years of lying hinged against nails and beg
For mercy as I twirl and spin
You join in with my step and catch my hands and clasp my waist
Spin. Stomp, slap, hug,
Release

The circus of movement against
The old boards provides harmonizing
Notes of heels stomping and the boards
Receiving the blows
Although
They sound shattered, shoes still clatter against the straining floor.
Dane with me, dance with me, dance just once more

My love grows
Stronger with ever movement closer
As the colors fade
Around us
Time to end the charade. Good night, dear floorboards

And thanks again
For the wonderful complaining.