Dance with me
Your hands on my hips.
Gentle sways to the music.
No cares, only smiles.
The raw voice of jazz in the background.
Everything is perfect.
I rest my head on your shoulder, as I listen to the world's sorrows and feel compassion.
Who am I to not feel hate, sadness, hurt?
Because right now honey, all I feel is the music.
It fills my soul.
It fills my mind.
It moves me.
I feel your love.
I feel the way you sway me to the music.
The way your smile is pressed against my head.
I feel your heart beat through your chest, matching mine.
I feel the music.
I feel our love.
YOU ARE READING
I write my heart on paper (Volume One)
PoetryAll my poems together. The poems are my thoughts, feelings and my heart on the page.
