A poem a day for a year #330

Take me in your arms and spin me. I'll listen to the music you like, I'll tell you that I love you as I hold you like two weeks ago, maybe four. Six. Eight. When the days were longer and we hadn't yet said those words. When there was a fight left in the year. A good fair hit, clean and calm. Like a dance. Take me in your arms. Spin me.