Dancing On The Edge
As the sun sloped and dipped behind the ridge,
The wind picked up my hair,
Gently, the way his hands caressed it
In other twilights,
Strands twirling and catching in my lashes
And my laughter.
His hands were warm even in the chill
Of a high late summer,
Taking mine,
Pulling me close,
Holding me just tight enough,
And dancing to music only we two could hear
As the sun took a final bow.
The air was clear and pure,
Our eyes smiled at one another,
Our steps matched,
Our spirits swayed together,
And in his strong hands,
I could feel promise
And the sun.
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April 9, 2013 at 8:58 pm
slpmartin
Such a lovely verse…strong love expressed.
April 9, 2013 at 10:58 pm
crazygoangirl
I can feel it too…he warmth and the promise 🙂
April 10, 2013 at 7:03 am
SuziCate
Lovely, esp like the last verse.
April 10, 2013 at 8:50 am
Seasweetie
Thanks, suzicate.