The Dance
She twirls gracefully
And returns to him.
He grips her hand
To pull her closer.
Her back arches
As she leans backward,
Her long, silky hair
Surrendering to gravity.
His hold on her is strong,
And in his arms she feels safe,
Protected by a love stronger than any other.
She comes back up
And twirls again,
Bissfully happy
And light on her feet.
He pulls her up for a lift
And shows her off
To the empty room around them.
As her feet touch the ground again,
The final notes of the song play out,
And the dance ends.
Copyright © Katy C | Year Posted 2010
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