Like Slow Dancing

 

Like slow dancing

On the warm summer

Sand

Beneath the moon

To Skylark by

Marsalis,

Your twinkling glance

Through your open

Window as you drove

Away

Clings to me while

All the words and

Etchings

Etched by you upon

My soul softly sway

In rhythm.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

 

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