Her dress, a searing scarlet
Sweeps,
Rests,
And falls,
Across the petal covered floor
My mind goes numb
As joy sets in
The world grows small
A distant and distorted landscape
I don't care if I remember
For between my two arms
Is someone strangely kind
And wonderful
And pleasant
Sorrow, hatred, jealousy, pain
Fade and die
There is no place for them
In the world of the waddling figures
Dancing silently in our dimly lit world
In jest, I raise her hand
And spin myself like a hiccuping top
When I return to her, a smile is waiting
Spread across her lips is a reminder
That better times are always to come
The rotten and mold covered days
Can't hurt me when I am holding her
To be honest
I am the happiest I've ever been
When she rests her head on my shoulder
Her hair tickling my nose
As we waddle together
Stepping on each others toes
Laughing as we do
No longer driven by embarrassment or fear
We let go and embrace this happy moment
Head on, unflinching
The music soon dies away
The world starts to come back to focus again
Chattering and annoying it calls us
Back to reality
Oh what an unhappy man stands here now
Why are such happy times so fleeting?
But as I look at her
I am reminded
How lucky I am
To have even a second standing side by side with her
Looking in her eyes, words are lost to me
I find them when we part ways
Thank you for choosing to waddle with me
-Quinn
This poem is dedicated to Shelby, the best dance partner/waddle partner a guy can ask for.
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PoésieWelcome to the minds of Quinn and Quill Love. Young students whose frantic and curious minds constantly wander to the land of possibles and Questions. My hope is that by reading these poems, you begin to understand who they are and where they are co...
