Dance for your dinner

Lazy strumming falls to true song
Strong drink
Spiced wine
Dinner in the inn
sliced peppers
picked apples
an aching aroma
hurting so once within my nose
I look to you
and take your hand
pulling you through the door

Dance with me m'dear
Turn and turn about the floor
A chance with the laughing liar
As clever hands churn out the tune
Fingtips leaping upon the lyre
Eyes alight with a greater fire
Than that which growls beneath
spitted roast

The maids and manservants make us room
As the priest offers to all a toast
We whirl and turn
as they clap and shout
Players raising a rousing call
For you
And for I
At the beckoning of peasant
pauper
and noble all

I am the lion upon the sun bared hill
Glaring a passionate violence
Into your eyes

You are the wind blown willow standing still
After the ravages of the roaring storm
Fierce pride in your eyes

Let them clap
Let them shout
Let them hunger for more while we are about
For they will ever long
to step as we step
to turn as we turn
Dancing in the commons
As longing eyes long for us
Tearful cook letting spitted roast burn