I wanna dance with somebody

Good Morning,

it doesn’t really matter,

what time of day,

it is when you read this,

I wish you,

a good morning.

I’m feeling silly,

and probably,

more than a little,


I’m going with it.

The sun is out,

more and more,

it looks like spring.

In the spring,

the young feel the,

need to get out there,

meet someone,

get it on,

get laid,


or for the truly,


make love,

and cuddle. 

I’ll let you in,

on a secret,

so do the,

not so young.

It is the time,

of birth,

and rebirth,

of the crocus,

the daffodil,

the tulip.

You feel the blood,

pump through,

your veins,

in the spring,

like at,

no other time.

For those of us,

who live in a,

northern climate,

it’s also about,


the layers,

or as,

my good friend,

busy writer says,

dumping the,

ten pounds of boots and coats.

In the early spring,

the coat gets unzipped,

semi freedom,

by the time April comes,



I really do have a body,

sometimes we forget.

You become more,

sure footed,

in the spring,

the fear,




of slipping on the ice,


You strutt,

you swagger,

even if,

only in your mind,

you feel it,

I am butch, hear me roar!!!

You want to dance,

you want to kiss,

you want to love.

How is that different,

from the rest of the year?

Well, that’s the mystery,

it isn’t,


it is.

It’s about more,

and louder,

I think.

I sing louder,

I stomp my foot,

to the beat,

I want to dance with somebody, I want to feel the heat with somebody,

and in the spring,

I’m less,


about it.

Cheeky, cheeky,

have a glorious day,




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Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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