dancing with you
I never knew you could do this to me
that in your arms
I would find graceful beauty
joy and bittersweet delight
was your shoulder made for me
to rest my head upon?
I think so

my hair cascades down
untamed as my love for you
this dancing--
it is almost too much for me to bear
sometimes still
I cry at the sound of your voice
you are my passion
my longing
may I spend all my days and nights
dancing with you

11. March 1999

written for my husband who, since we're no longer Baptists, has become my dance partner <g>

copyright 1999 by Rebecca Prewett

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