I think I’ve met you
In the night
My eyelids squeezed
Together Tight
And we have danced so
Cheek to cheek
The lighting low
Our voices meek
The symphony beckons
The drummers plead
Where shall we go
Our feet to lead
This grand ballroom
Where we play
Wind instruments
Will have their say
My right hand up
Yours perched atop
Each step
The music doesn’t stop
The band leader
Gently coughed
My left hand lies
On skin so soft
Our journey spins
Us ‘round the room
Our feet the map
So we assume
Backless silk fabric
Meets dark dyed wool
The sculpture dances
With the bull
Our movements flow
Our eyes champagne
Hips move as
Preordained
The music takes
Us naked on the floor
And ices us
With notes once more
Like the meringue
We move as light
A wicked sunset
The day out of height
And with the night
The tune ends somehow
And with the orchestra
We share a bow
I await your whisper
In my ear
That the sun does rise
And you’re still here
Yet as the flowers
Fall at our feet
My hands grasp wind
As you retreat
Rose petals scattered
About the floor
Your perfumes scent
I taste no more
And as I sink
Slow to my knees
And sigh away
Your nightly tease
I think I’ve met you
In the night
My eyelids squeezed
Together Tight
©MikeM

Very nice....Mike

Very nice

Thanks, you are sweet. More to follow, have been working on the novel - M

,,, I shall await for more,,

Very nice

Mmmmmmmmmm seen the dance in your dream...
Nice write!

I liked it.

very nice

Humm sounds like sweet music to me

You are all as sweet as always -M