When we dance <br />I take your hand <br />and dizzy you round- <br />your eyes flash by- <br />each twirl a twinkle light, <br />now here <br />then round <br />and twinkle again. <br /> <br />When we dance <br />my hand settles round <br />the neck's nape <br />and gentle falls <br />to your shoulder blades <br />meandering then <br />to the magic <br />spot <br />in the small of your back, <br />where time stops <br />from that simple touch <br />and your twirl <br />ends <br />when your bosom breasts <br />make their touch; <br />my chest <br />heaves <br />like an ocean wave <br />which first retreats <br />then comes crashing back <br />upon your soft shore. <br /> <br />You breathe <br />lifting me it seems <br />with the shear <br />heat <br />your breathing brings. <br /> <br />When we dance <br />there is <br />too, too <br />much <br />to miss; <br />we do <br />it over <br />and over <br />again. <br />My leg <br />entwines <br />yours <br />for luck.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-we-dance/
