We Danced at the Gas Station
This poem is featured on YouTube (The Convergence point with Dr. Ivan Edwards), bringing its words to life through spoken expression.
A gas station on the edge of the city,
Neon lights buzzing in the night,
graffiti scrawled across walls,
the hum of distant traffic our backdrop.
The place was nothing special,
oil-stained concrete and flickering signs.
But love has a way
of making the ordinary
extraordinary.
We stopped for gas,
or maybe
an excuse
to pause the drive.
And as music spilled
from the car radio,
we couldn’t resist.
We stepped out
into the urban glow,
sneakers scuffing
against the asphalt.
And right there,
between pumps and parked cars,
we danced.
Love found its stage,
transforming the ordinary
into a dreamscape.
And as the world blurred,
we held each other close.
Cheek to cheek,
we swayed—
slow and deliberate.
Every movement
a silent promise,
every touch
a spark.
The scent of gasoline
mingled with our breath.
Yet all we could feel
was the warmth
of passion.
Our fingers
clasped tightly,
as if letting go
might undo
the magic.
Bodies melting
into one rhythm,
hearts beating
in perfect harmony.
The city paused to watch—
the hum of traffic faded into the distance.
Strangers gathered,
drawn to our orbit.
Teens paused, their phones forgotten,
a crowd gathering,
their faces lit
by the glow
of LED streetlights.
Skateboarders froze mid-trick,
delivery bikes slowed to a stop.
Even the gas station clerk leaned out
to catch the scene.
Above us, stars dimmed their light,
yielding to the glow between us.
Angels paused in flight,
holding their breath for love’s quiet power.
While skyscrapers and streetlights
formed a shimmering backdrop
to the dance
that turned
grit into gold.
We danced slow,
as though time was ours to command,
swaying to melodies
etched deep into our souls.
Cheek to cheek, hands entwined,
we stood unshaken, unstoppable—
A fleeting moment
made eternal
by the strength
of our love.
The gas station, no longer mundane,
became sacred ground.
Marked forever by the dance of two lovers—
slow, deliberate, deeply in love,
turning the night into poetry.
The city kept watching
as the song we danced to came to a close.
Above,
skyscrapers stood
like silent giants,
and streetlamps flickered
in rhythm with the beat.
The stars fought to shine through
the haze of city lights.
But their brilliance bowed
To the raw energy
of our moment.
We danced like we owned the night,
like nothing else mattered.
No smog,
no sirens,
no chaos,
Just the music and us.
Love erupted
like a beat drop,
electric,
unfiltered,
unstoppable,
turning a gas station
into a stage,
The urban jungle
into our temple.
The crowd cheered as the melody faded,
And we stood breathless,
hand in hand,
forever imprinted
in the city’s memory.
Two lovers
who danced at the gas station,
turning
grit into gold
And the
mundane into magic.
Copyright ©
Dr. Ivan Edwards
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