Monday, April 30, 2012

7th poem for April

Dance

Until I had seen your face
over the firm folded fingers
of our hands
 together;

Until I had met your gaze,
strong and blue as summer,
as we stepped
together,

I knew not what I thought of you;
and after that I knew naught else
as I spun dizzy under your arm
and my world continued to whirl.

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