May I Have This Dance?
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1 min readOct 8, 2017
Your tiny slippers
tread the dusk
like satin cat paws
leaving only faint
footsteps of longing.
Time foreshortens
the gathering darkness.
We walk in tandem
through the gloom,
traipsing toward
an imaginary gala.
Light and music beckon.
Imagine delight.
Imagine our
graceful imaginations
imagining and dancing
an imaginary waltz.
Waltzing through
a fictive ballroom.
Your tiny slippers
always a few inches
above the floor.
What could ever
be more true.
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