Smiling At Her Delight Poem by Gary Winkel

Smiling at her delight.
Being so close to dream.
We are moving in the present
without history or horoscope,
sharing good timing.

Just a slight hesitation
before letting go to intensity
riding slow dancing rhythms
subtle and intimate.
She's smiling at my delight.

Dance! Dance! Dance to the night magic.
I believed in love joints
making distant connections,
but it was just her time out
to read the poetry of yesterday's smile.