The Dancers, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The DancersThe Dancers, Charles Turzak (c.1930s)

The Dancers

We are dancing a waltz
I moved ever so near
To smell her gold spun hair
So muted is its scent
It was the summer’s air
Moving even closer
My lips against her ear
So she could feel my breath
Closer was her response
As my tongue met her lobe
The band played steadily
But I heard not a note
For I was far above
In a warm misty cloud
No feet upon the floor
To the door she guided
My mind nearly consumed
For but one thing I think
Is have her totally
Knowing this isn’t a dream

Published by

bobsieczkiewicz

Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s