The Dance
Yesterday lingers in my memory today
Perched on a manicured hill after the last bell
All my friends surrounding me
She strolls by, I catch blue eyes
glancing quickly my way
A scented envelope...
I rent a white tuxedo for her Sorority Ball
She's dressed in full length blue silk
Formally announced; I escort her
through a flowered arch to that shining floor
The band plays a sweet, soulful slow-dance song
I nuzzle her neck, breathing in her perfume scent
Shivering slightly, she snuggles ever closer
humming the same melody softly in my ear...
11/29/16
Submitted for Brian Strand’s latest contest
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2016
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