Honored to be asked; to dance once more

there in dreams chased; dance floor,

Wooden slats so tightly laid

shoes did slide across thin blades,

Hem of her dress did caress the breeze

as it fell gently against his knees.

Hand held with such tenderness and grace

warmth of palm against her face.

Music rushed through with great delight,

eyes aglow in pale moonlight.

Dreams did savor as breathe release,

honored to be asked, to dance..well pleased.

2 comments on “Dance Card

  1. I enjoyed this poem. I could feel myself out on the ballroom floor.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. How whimsical and romantic. I love to dance!

    Liked by 1 person

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