our first dance

Twirling
as
if
in
the
glittering
light
of
day
in 
the
midst
of 
the 
smoky
night
as 
you 
talk
with
me
dance
with
me
and 
hold 
me
as 
we 
move
in
whirl
of 
purest
delight
in
wave
of
happy
times
wish
to 
repeat
again
and
again
until 
we 
know 
nothing
but
the 
comforting
hum
of
our
swirled
souls
and
want
for 
nothing
more

On the stairwell in Decatur, Texas 

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