Rhapsody
She didn’t think she
could dance,
so she twirled with
a beautiful anxiety.
Her pursed lips begged
people not to stare,
and so I watched
with open palmed
eyes, hoping she
would see that my
wandering gaze
meant no harm.
With a shy pirouette
smile she nudged
the vacancy within
me; giving tone
deaf feet the love
it needed to find
hope of rhythm
again.
And we danced…
We spun round’
like Earth
and moon,
surrendering to
the contest of
gravity,
making love
would be so easy
with this between us.
The music gave everything.
Delighting the air with an
elegant bloom,
and warming darkness
with symphonic charm.
We were strangers.
Infatuated.
Waltzing to the
sound of our own
rhapsody.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
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