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
All Rights Reserved

This poem was actually created at the same time

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