The Last Dance

Pirouettes of passion
parlayed at reverie’s cotillion
feigning steps that twirl the heart,
ears prime to pierce
the plethora in platonic partner
for the stunning spellbound sounds
created by love’s destined mate,
lacing the reality in soft
zephyr caresses to one’s fingers.

It is when the world fades
into the mesmerizing sway of magnetism
seen in the adoring gaze from the one you know
intently and so completely
is the hand you’ll ever hold
and never want another.

The last dance of loneliness
replaced by the first waltz of two lives,
ecstasy the melody rising in the soul,
happiness is the serenade heard constantly.

Immerse in the airy magic of oneness,
yesterday lost in attraction’s clouds,
being entranced by this euphoric touch
that sweeps so seductively through one’s life,
while a river of serene sensations drowns the mind,
divinely enraptured by the match
you know with such deep overwhelming awareness
was written in heaven.

Lips seal the moment with searing strokes of elation,
what was written in solitude’s diary is forever erased,
replaced by a fairy tale lived with a constant amazement
over how finding the other half of your soul
feels so timeless after the first embrace.