Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Slow Dance

Just a little closer, pull me near
and I'll dance with you anywhere.
High up in the clouds, on a busy street,
we'll dance to the rhythm of our own
heart beat.

A little to the left and a little to the right,
a little closer as we're bonded for life.
The rooster out back, ducks down by
the stream all began to fade,
as you danced with me.

A dance floor provided not of marble
is it made, but we dance upon it all night
and day. The Pussy willow budded
documents the day as I sing of love
in a special way.

I am exhausted from all the dancing,
I now rest in your arms.

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