Susan
She is rocking my brain to this day
Susan has the touch
She is standing near me now
She is leaning on my every pen stroke
She is dancing in the room
Her dress is swirling around her body
She is kissing me as we twirl
I hug her to me.
She is twirling and spinning
Her dress flying through the air
A tango or a polka
She is dancing them all
Her body writhing with the music
My chest beating out a rhythm
Speaking without talking we dance.
Copyright © Chris Breva | Year Posted 2019
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