The Dance

The Dance
Original Poem By: Ofelia L. Crosby
July 15, 2009

The cool breeze touches me,
Teasing like love at dawn.
Its sound echoes words of passion
Take me, touch me, love me!

The moon peeps, a little shy,
Mocking the dark lonely sky.
I see its light dancing on my skin;
And the need explodes from within.

Darkness seems to cloak this secret
Not knowing whether to rejoice or regret.
Confused, it hides behind the beam of moonlight;
To the dance it surrenders without a fight.

Silence hums the rhythm to subside
Soothing the voices that lovers cried.
Sated, they swim freely with the tide;
Love was spent and sleep obliged.

The morning gentle rays came and linger
Forcing the shadow to hold the whimper
Love does make this life much brighter
Because love is the dance and you are my partner!