I danced with you last night...

Summer nights, you know.

I danced with you last night...

My palms sweat just typing those words.

Were my palms sweaty then? 

I sure hope not. 

The song was a cumbia

The first of the night

and under starry lanterns

I let my hips swing free

as you struggled to keep up with me. 

You held my hands like you hold potato chips. 

Were you scared you'd break me? 

I'm sorry I couldn't look at you. 

I was scared I'd melt through the floor. 

Sleep blurred the picture, 

But your graceful touch

and alluring aroma

will drift through the clouds of my memory... 

Wow. I danced with you last night. 

My palms are still moist now. 

I just hope our flight together

Kept...her...miles from that precious heart

I'm trying so hard to mend. 

Author's Note

Thank you so much for stopping by! I hope you enjoyed the poem, and have a great day! <3 Elisa

Reviews

[Saddam]

Wonderful job here dear friend.
Interesting write.

[Elisa]

Thank you so much! :)

[Saddam]

You are welcome dear

[Marimartha Mardynz]

Love the potato chip part. And the melt through the floor part. That was really sweet.

[Elisa]

Thank you! I'm really glad you liked it!

[MsJewel]

Your words are so sweet Elisa. - held like a potatoe chip - I love that line. Wonderfully unique! A beautiful little dance to heal a heart.
Lovely my friend

:) Julie

[Elisa]

Aww thank you so much! That means the world coming from you, an amazing writer!