The Dance

In the beginning  
 
We connected with each other

like two dancers bonded

to the same emotional stage.
 
But somewhere in the dance  
our rhythm got lost;
the stage lights went dim; 
the curtain not worth opening.
 
She became dark and haunted  
as though the theater  
transformed to an old castle
with cobwebs and bats.
 
Before it was all over 
I could of sworn there were  
fang marks on my heart.

Reviews

[Marie]

The intoxication of love when one falls in love is superbly expressed through excellent word choice in this very bitter-sweet poem. Two became one in every aspect. Sadly, things didn't work to plan and the love affair was transformed into a home without love. I love the final two lines in the poem, they are so graphic and reached out to my mind: "I could have sworn there were
fang marks on my heart". Wow! That is superb! It ties in with the transformation so finely and for me, is like the beautiful red ribbon which ties all of the poem together in a bouquet of bitter-sweet words, like a bouquet of flowers. I so enjoyed reading. Kudos on a superbly penned poem, R... and thank you so very much for sharing..

[Relic]

I always appreciate your well thought out comments, Marie. Thank you. :)

[Marie]

Most welcome always, dear R... :))

[Fia Naturie]

The beginning was so beautiful and sigh-worthy, then things changed, and I felt bad. Nicely done, Relic

[Relic]

Thank you for your kind review, Fia.