Dance With Me

Across a crowded room,
our eyes meet.
I shyly smile,
you stride with purpose.
In front of me, you stop
offering your hand.

My heart stirs,
I glance up.
Mouth dry,
I moisten my lips.

Gentle baritone,
"May I have this dance?"

Nervously I place
my hand in yours
in silent acceptance.
A light squeeze
as you pull me up.

Your arms encircle my waist,
you draw me near.
The nape of your neck,
warm beneath my fingers.
You draw me closer,
my heart pounds.

My head upon your shoulder
As so many times before
One with the music

Your tender voice,
"Look at me."

I lift my head.
Gentle brown eyes
hold my gaze.
Countenance of steel and velvet
enraptures me.
Time stops.

Soft whispers,
"I love you..."
"And I you..."

You breathe
my breath,
a kiss of passion.
This dance of love