poetry friday: the dance.

Posted on Friday May 2, 2008 by Ruth

Here’s an original for Poetry Friday (held at Big A little a).

 

Tonight we danced –
No music
No dance floor
No heels

We danced through the ritual
of bedtime
Each knowing the moves
Each adjusting to the ever-changing rhythm

Catching a brief glance
of him

over a child’s head
And my heart swooned

All over again.

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4 Responses

  1. Kelly, on May 2nd, 2008 at 9:03 am Said:

    Very sweet. I love it :)

  2. Kari, on May 2nd, 2008 at 2:26 pm Said:

    Hi Ruth,

    Thanks for sharing. What a beautiful way to think of “dancing.” Looking forward to having you back next week. You were missed.:)

    Kari

  3. Mary Lee, on May 3rd, 2008 at 6:24 am Said:

    Love is in all the little things in life, isn’t it?

  4. Laura Salas, on May 14th, 2008 at 12:50 pm Said:

    Lovely! Nice erotic twist at the end…I thought it was you and your child until the “of him” line.

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