And it’s just us.
Locked in a turbulent tango
Across an eclipsing ballroom
To the giddy pipes of fate.
My face was aglitter,
Unable to hide the honey
In my eyes.
And you were a handsome shadow
Seeking to conceal.
And yet again we suddenly find ease,
Slipping into a waltz,
Knowing that for some
Strange reason
We flow.

Comments
Silver Spun Sand | September 20, 2008 - 20:46
'Turbulent tango' ... has a nice ring about it. I can almost hear the music as I read this poem.
I also like 'the eclisping ballroom'.
Much enjoyed.
Tina
Nathan Bednarek | September 21, 2008 - 00:11
The structure of this poem is perfect as each word becomes each step of the dance as I read this. Great work ;-X
jennifer | September 22, 2008 - 09:29
I love this phrasing:
'My face was aglitter,
Unable to hide the honey
In my eyes.'
Oh, so well captured...I never had the rhythm for dancing...
MistakenMagic | September 23, 2008 - 16:49
Thank you for such positive feed back everyone :) And don't worry Jennifer, I find writing about dancing far easier than actually dancing! I have no rhythm outside the world of poetry!