Poems, by me

Slow dancing

Your hands on my waist, my arms around your necks 

My eyes look up, to find the same expression written across your face

The lights, the mood

Everything sings a 1950's vibe

Your hands travel up, reaching my cheek to pull me in,

Closer.

Rotating in the circle we're confined to, we find each other in our hearts

Dancing.

Dancing in this space til life wastes away