The dancers

Tempting touches,

Slow movements,

Bodies forming,

Becoming one.

Fingers caressing,

Sweet music

Hearts melting,

Tempo increasing,

Time stopping,

They dance,

The night,

Away.

© Samantha T. Salandy 2009
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The Dance

Close enough to kiss.

Close enough to touch.

Yet they stood barely moving…

Slowly the tempo rise,

And their bodies with it.

They move like parts of each other.

Looking at them you begin to feel alone,

Longing to feel what they do,

To be a part of them,

To become the magic,

The magic of the dance.

Fingers caressing every curve,

He holds her and she holds him,

Like a loved one, a soul mate,

And just like that.

You are captivated.

Your entire body falls into it,

The trap that is the dance,

All you are able to do is wait.

Watch and wait in awe,

Until the music releases you,

And when it does instantly you regret it.

Its memory stains your soul,

Emptiness fills you,

Until the day the dance catches you again.

© Samantha T. Salandy 2009
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This poem was actually created at the same time

as the dancers i set out to write one and got two. =)

I Wish You Wouldn't

I wish you wouldn’t look at me that way

With lust in your eyes,

As you slowly examine me.

Wish you wouldn’t lick your lips,

As you look at the swell of my breast

Though small and stare at my mouth.

Wish you wouldn’t make advances at me

And tell me how pretty I look,

whilst trying to brush up against me

I wish you didn’t try to feel,

the roundness of my hips

And the contours of my body

Wish you wouldn’t regard me

as something to feed a hunger,

like some piece of meat.

Did you ever wonder my name?

My goals? My dreams?

I am a human being!

I will not allow myself to be used.

I pity you.

For this is how you live your life,

feeding off of others

I will not let you bring me down.

You are beneath me

I am better than you ever will ever know

And ever will be.

© Samantha T. Salandy 2009
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To the one who stole my heart

To the one who stole my heart,
Give it back to me!
Can’t you see that I need it?
Don’t you see the gaping hole inside me?
Give it back!

I want it back! Its mine!
I’m not whole without it
Give it back!
Take all my jewels, my rings!
Take all the money I own!
Just, give me back my heart.

To the one who stole my heart,
I’m empty now
Why did you take it?
Why do you need it?
Please, give it back.

To the one who stole my heart,
I found it with yours
This morning in a box, by my door.
You gave it back to me
And you gave me yours.

To the one who had stolen my heart,
Take it back!
It no longer makes me whole
Only your heart completes me…

To the one who had stolen my heart,
Please, take it back.

© Samantha T. Salandy 2009
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Dreams and Aspirations

Dedication shows,
Perspiration leading to success.
A spark of Inspiration
Like a light in the dark,
Bright colours in shades of grey,
Making you hope for a change

Reaching out,
Faith giving us hopes to succeed.
Dreams and Aspirations
Like a toy to a child,
Food for the hungry,
The prospect of a better tomorrow.

Falling down,
Tears changing nothing
That was once gained.
Setbacks and Distractions
Like tests of life,
A thorn in a rose,
Teaching us lessons along the way

Rising again,
A spark of Inspiration
Dreams and Aspirations
Setbacks and Distractions
With some Faith and Perspiration
Hoping for success
We get up and continue on….

© Samantha T. Salandy 2009
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The Falling Star

A falling star seemingly nothing at all,
But to some, everything.
A dream lost, a glass broken, a kiss-
A kiss that meant everything or nothing at all.

The star falls slowly
Over a deep and dark hollow
But brings light to this forsaken place.

The star falls still,
But with little speed now,
Falling over the rooftops of many,
Spreading some sort of unseen common bond,
Among all who which it has seen.

The star falls still,
Even faster now,
Though its trip is almost over
And slowly begins to fade away and die.

Just as quickly as it came, it is gone.
Only what it has done still remains
And the lives it has touched still remembers it.

So it will remain until another comes
And follows another path,
Creating more stories that will later be retold
And more lives that will forever be changed.

© Samantha T. Salandy 2009
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