Slowdancing, With Strangers Poem by Susan Lacovara

Don't whisper anything, in my ear,
save the shared lyrics to the song...
You can draw your own conclusions
of how the evening might end..
I know it will conclude,
with two strangers,
boarding separate trains
heading in different directions
With a sourvenier, stashed,
of the swaying sweetness
of surrendering to the night
and the dancing lights
Heartbeats and bodies,
pressed, perhaps, a little too close,
for the voyeuristic crowd
that faded fast,
from our realm of our combined rhythm,
relishing the release of all cares
And crafting a sensual, if not safe, sidestep
Slithering away
from the thoughts of the day
And twirled, dipping into the dangerous divide
Of slowdancing, with strangers,
both angels and devils,
conducting the orchestrated overture
Til his eyes meet hers
A glimpse of imagined, but likely, never
to meet again, romance
Strangers, slowdance