On my feet

My lover is a  man of many words
Most of them are totally absurd
When I asked him why he had to speak
He said ,I was only thinking on my feet

I met him is the staff room  yesterday
He says he is putting on a Shakespeare Play
I guess it’s chance  just who we get to meet
Are we only learning on  our feet ?

He  is  wholly reticent on the phone
His silence makes me feel I am alone
So we went to Express Pizza for a treat
Are we only eating with  our feet ?

He reads Tolstoy, he reads Sherlock  Holmes
He reads those little numbers on the phone
He is a vegetarian,how sweet
Are we keen on keeping off our feet ?

He likes learning languages  so much
 We  have to dream in Yiddish,Greek and Dutch
He has been to Russia. quite discreet
Are they  prone to sleeping on their feet ?

I like cooking lemons and meringues
He is getting  violent hunger pangs
I thought it was a hurricane with sleet
But we  were only  freezing on  our feet

We must be creative as we talk
Listen and   pay heed if men look fraught
Lord have mercy, I am far too  light
I am levitating on my feet