Love Poem: Night of the Dance
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Written by: Tim Smith

Night of the Dance

Aime-moi plus que le désir 

Plied fingers cross flaming lips 
satin sheets tangle amid long chords
moans echo well past our time 
notes slow but solemnly still tap in key 

Entranced the night of the dance 
hunger quenched in moonlit song 
fires stoked where whispers spoke 
and tender heartstrings play along 

Listen,  a new day comes alone 
patterns lain out on her own 
the bluebird sings of tethered hope 
from feelings that you've shown 

Alive,  captured now my sun 
caresses fade the black 
fill the air with pleasure's pulse 
with love, there's no turning back