The Last Dance - A Repost
the
swinging
rhythm
was
spellbinding
the
pounding
beat
was
enthralling...
she slipped on
her white
nightgown
as she
prepared
for bed
but the music
playing
outside her
room
beckoned her
to heed
its call
listen she did,
and more...
the
swinging
rhythm
was
spellbinding
the
pounding
beat
was
enthralling...
she stepped
into
her red
stiletto heels
and started
swaying
with her eyes
shut closed
she finally
let go
unaware
of the eyes
that were
watching...
the
swinging
rhythm
was
spellbinding
the
pounding
beat
was
enthralling...
he knew
she was
still mad
at him
but the
lovely sight
was too much
to resist
he took
his chance
and took her
in his arms
their eyes locked
his gaze
drowned
her anger
there was
nothing left
but
burning
passion...
passion...
the
swinging
rhythm
was
spellbinding
the
pounding
beat
was
enthralling...
and so,
together
they slowly
swayed
to their hearts'
content
as if
in a
trance
they danced
like
there
was
no
tomorrow...
tomorrow...
the
swinging
rhythm
was
spellbinding
the
pounding
beat
was
enthralling...
unbeknownst
to them
their
time
was
running
out
and
tomorrow
would
never
come...
the
swinging
rhythm
was
spellbinding
the
pounding
beat
was
enthralling...
© Bing (PinkLady) 2011
A pocketful of sunshine and
I am reposting this poem for dVerse’s Poetics- Repeat Performance First time Through. My original post is here.
