This is a poem I wrote about a very vivid dream I had a few months back...
A Moment on the Dance Floor:
The crowded room is primal and alive.
Music throbs and pulses, burning the air with addictive rhythm.
Light scintillates and flashes hypnotically over the press of swaying bodies.
The mingled scents of heat, sweat and longing permeate the enclosed space.
Scores of eyes dart and probe the room, seeking friend, lover, or prey.
She beckons to me from across the seething tide of light. sound and motion.
She is radiant; her beauty and spirit shine and reduce the other women in the room to feminie caricatures.
I go to her and our dance begins.
We move perfectly, thou this our first real dance together.
The rest of the room ceases to exist; there is just the music and us.
We give ourselves to the rhythm. Let it take us where it wants.
Furtive, innocent touches and glances occur between us as we move.
Our eyes meet and lock. Something sparks and connects. A moment is shared.
Passion, joy, desire, caring, fear, sadness and more all collide and threaten to overwhelm me.
I’m almost relieved when the song changes abruptly and the moment is gone.
I don’t understand the meaning behind it. Perhaps I’m not meant to.
It lives in my memory that brief sharing, pure and untainted by careless words or impulsive action.
It will always warm my heart and echo in my soul.
As will she.
Unknown "The Poet." Inspired
- 16 years, 10 months, 21 days ago