Placid Exercises Of Love Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Melodies take people onto the dance floor into measures of
rhythms being played artistically, nothing artificial about
them.

Taking steps, twirling and being tempted into rhythmic beats
as we progress through the night, feet tapping and moving,
not wanting to stop for anything.

Just wanting to gather the passion and desires straight into
melodies being played, thinking they will create even better
desires than ever before this night is over.

Going forward, not stopping, listening only to the immediate
beats of drums as they continue to play throughout the night,
playing with our minds, taking us onto and off of the dance
floor, giving everyone a placid exercise of love tonight.