Sashaying
Long ago my young feet would quickly kick off high heel shoes.
Spinning around the dance floor tapping bare toes to every beat.
In his arms, my soul felt safe, sashaying until midnight.
© January 27, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: ON YOUR FEET
Sponsored by: nette onclaud
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2012
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