First Dance

One, two

One, two

The room blurs

As he whirls me around

In dizzy circles

I quake in his arms

A misplaced blossom

I step the wrong way

Because of...a quick glance at …

His eyes…

His eyes…his earthen eyes…

He seems not to notice

His gaze tries to find mine

I stiffen

I do not know why

I look forwards and sideways

I try not to look at him

I feel his gaze

I wonder that my heart

Does not simply stop

Slowly skirts swing to rest

Heels cease to clack

This number is over

He comments on the

Grace with which I danced

It is untrue…untrue

But his sweetness tempers

My qualms

 

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Loved this..
he took me in his arms and turned me round and round
never used to this..never used to dance
i looked in his eyes and i tripped once or twice
lost balance everytime i looked to those deep wells
they welcomed me all the time
beacons so lovely when the flashed their lights
i was blind,blind to everything but the joy the brought me
and i felt safe like a child in strong hands
i was touched ,skirts fly..and i forgot myself
till music stopped and was back to real life
once he made me forget..i dreamed of another life
lovely write..

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Oh what a lovely review...yes...thank You, Moayad...yes..exactly...

[Ed Hart]

grace, like everything else, is in the eye of the holder