Dance With Me

Dance With Me prose poem

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Dance with me when there is light
Dance with me when there is music
And dance with me when I am in love
Your hands melt like silk on red hot sand
But I a mere wanderer in love with poison ivy
My way is sea and sand and I am a wayfarer
Never ever have I seen eyes like yours
That drowned me deep so lustfully
Mind you no other will follow you
Like I do, to wake up next to you.
In the distant sky sun is waving goodbye
Starry night will follow, with the moon so bright,
And I will look up and make a wish
That you see my face shining in grace……
And your blanket reminds you of my warmth.
Oh my Love I love to take you in my arms
And whisper my trembling beats in your ears
And ask you to dance with me……
Please dance with me when there is light
Dance with me when there is music
And dance with me when I am in love

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if you and I were walking on a beach, you may prefer being mesmerized by the horizon while I choose to inspect introspectively the foot trails I leave behind!
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