Ours Is A Dance Poem by Richard Sopko

Ours is a dance
Step to step we move
A bead above your brow to be kissed
In sync does the heart beat
Beat of the composer's silent swinging hand
He controls us moves us closer

Ours is a dance
Ballroom glows with golden pillars
Tuxedos worn, women escorted
Passion overflows each turn on the patterned floor
They wear foxes fur to warm their necks
We wear each others shallow breaths

Ours is a dance
There is one window where the moon has taken you from me
We spin in that single pane of glass for days
Let beam upon beam enter our souls