an invitation

we're all set around the light brown

table, the lights are bright

in after-Christmas windows
it's early and the evening's getting handsome

come dance with me
against the expectations

your daughter swooshes carols

her boyfriend recreates the accordeon

they're so young 

we're all having fun

despite the difference in the age zones (and 

some of us 

are freshly made 

acquaintance)

come dance with me
let's not neglect the chances

the hours increase

at a steady pace

nobody minds

except the young - they wish

us gone, that's why she turns off

the microphones, he puts away

 the accordeon
but this time the night 

has her own plans

the orange tiles shine

on the kitchen floor

against the expectations 

the air's getting 

fine

the first guests say 

the last goodnight

come dance with me

behind the people's eyes

you spread your body
on the dark grey sofa

like a soft blanket between

the conversations, voices keep 

fading in the living room
- it's well
past midnight

between the drinks I count
your varnished toes

the number seven's plain

I chipped the colour off 

you simply say
handing another drink

to yet another friend

the town has gone to bed

now there are only four of us left

you're included in the pack

(upstairs your husband tells
your little boy

his night night story)

the house is yours, it's getting really

late but not too late
to let the music
play

come dance with me

let them think what 

they wish

your husband sleeps, the town's
asleep,

come on, come dance

with me