HER SONG
Jun 17 '05
The Bottom Line I write when I feel like it. Yep, Mike and I are still separated.
Some of you may know that ballroom dancing has become my dearest love affair. This poem is about the transitions I made and discovered from dancing alone to dancing with a partner. This is for all my wonderful teachers and dance partners.
Let the music begin.
HER SONG
She had always been a dancer
swaying beneath the summer stars
while the watchful eyes did slumbered.
Only in solitude would she dance
moving to an inner rhythm only she can hear
gently swaying as she animates the nights.
Teasing breezes brush against her body
hugging gossamer gowns close to her skin
wind swept hair would beckon her to continue.
The tree limbs formed her partners arms
the trunk, his sturdy body would become
she danced around him, this imaginary form.
Then with star-lit eyes she sees him
embarrassed shyness flutters her sight
as his dazzling eyes return her gaze.
A warm reassuring smile soothes her
as his upright palm invites her closer
timidly her outreached hand inches forward.
Hands now touching, he draws her in
their bodies connecting in an intimate embrace
surrendering to his lead she relaxes in his arms.
Confidently he begins to guide her
merging his rhythm with her song
together they dance their bodies into one.
Exhilarated, her breath betrays her as
she succumbs to the magic of their dance-
finally hearing the tender music found within a man.
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