In a grand open ballroom,
Cool wood against my foot,
My breath grew fast,
And my eyes drew closed -
The sound of music
Drifting through my bones.
There she stood by the light.
The echoes of motion
Crashing by her side.
Her eyes grew wide,
And her breath drew closed -
The sound of music
In the place of her bones.
She called my name,
And this is what she said:
"Welcome to the ball
Before the grand old feast.
Dance the night away,
Dance on th' feet."
My breath grew fast,
And my eyes drew closed -
Legs dripping in cold sweat,
Arms rigid in pose.
Some people dance to forget.
Some dance to compose,
But I dance to remember
What it felt like
To glow.
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Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
