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

a 

whirl

of 

purest

delight

in

a 

wave

of

happy

times

I 

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