Love’s Lasting Dance

jesscio
jesscio
Nov 3 · 1 min read
Photo by Ben White on Unsplash

While you are away I read poetry and imagine penning rhythms of love to you.

You my sweet 20-something groom

We’ve grown fat and sassy like that card you gave me years ago — husband in the tux, wife in pink satin dancing arm-in-arm at some Gilded Age ball.

That is us now — or close to it —

our dance is to faded rock songs — our costumes denim and cotton

Oh, but we dance with the joy of long love —

with the passion of a perfect choice and the glitter of more to come.

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Writer of fiction, essays, poetry. NYC. Shopping a novel. Slowly earning myPhD in life. jesscio100@gmail.com

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