poetry friday: the dance.

Here’s an original for Poetry Friday (held at Big A little a).

Tonight we danced —
No music
No dance floor
No heels

We danced through the ritual
of bedtime
Each knowing the moves
Each adjusting to the ever-changing rhythm

Catching a brief glance
of him

over a child’s head
And my heart swooned

All over again.

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Laura Salas says:

Wednesday May 14, 2008 at 12:50 pm

Lovely! Nice erotic twist at the end…I thought it was you and your child until the “of him” line.

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Mary Lee says:

Saturday May 3, 2008 at 6:24 am

Love is in all the little things in life, isn’t it?

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Kari says:

Friday May 2, 2008 at 2:26 pm

Hi Ruth,

Thanks for sharing. What a beautiful way to think of “dancing.” Looking forward to having you back next week. You were missed.:)

Kari

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Kelly says:

Friday May 2, 2008 at 9:03 am

Very sweet. I love it 🙂

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