Every song is her favourite song,
And how wonderfully does she dance -
So lithe, I question
How any woman, any human,
Could move with such grace.
Those hips do not miss a beat,
And so entrancingly do they sway:
I know that I may hold her later,
But if only I could dance...
That way, I could hold her now,
Yet perhaps I am getting ahead of myself -
It is an honour to hold her for but a moment,
Let alone for as many nights as
I have thus far, and will on nights
That are yet to come.
YOU ARE READING
Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
