HER SONGJun 17 '05 Write an essay on this topic.
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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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