Rituals feast on the edge of a dance floor.
The tilt of an eyebrow,
The curl of a smile
May oft be perceived as
guiltless flirtation
Or bold invitation,
sensual style
As the beat and the
rhythm both
Heighten the game
Fueling the flame while
passions burn deep,
And joy steals the venue
Creating a genuine safe
panacea of memories to keep.
Yet joys are but vaporous
whispers of air,
Pretenders who dare mask
reality’s bite,
Purveyors of flight to a
world unafraid,
Rescuing maidens like
galloping knights.
So, cling to your partner
as heaven recedes
In the music that pilots
to limitless flight,
To linger the moment that
lives in those eyes
And captures the prize of
The last dance tonight.
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