Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The waltz

Standing on the dance floor,
Left hand in mine;
Right fingertips,
Starting in time.

Push me backwards,
grip my waist;
smooth into a waltz,
brush my lips for taste.

keep beat with the music,
count the time;
match the footsteps,
make our movements rhyme.

spin me around,
impress our audience;
dip me low,
no coincidence.

dance effortlessly,
keep in touch;

slow to a stop,
bow to me;
I’ll curtsy to you,
and set me free.

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