She hears music playing; her
shadow on the wall
waiting to be asked to the
shadow ball
It has been so long since an
arm around her waist
dancing cheek to cheek as
fingers interlace
She lights a jasmine candle
and places it by her side
Waiting for another shadow while she dances teary eyed
The flame begins to dance
within the naked night
enticing each other as they
tango and incite
Spinning and twirling around
the candlelit room
sweet fragrance seduces as love begins to
bloom
Wick of night disappears in
the midnight hour
One shadow dancing; a lonely
wallflower
Always to be a solo ballerina.
never to tango to a concertina