I want to dance with you. I want to fold
my longing fingers around your soft hand,
encircle your sensual waist and hold
you closer, closer and closer, (command
The Drifters to sing our song), sway your
strong legs and luscious frame over beach sands
and garden paths, tropical trails and pure
air of mountain peaks. I want foreign lands
to welcome our swirling entry, applaud
our whirling through destiny, our unplanned
circling and recircling of our vast world’s
every acre. I want our Muse’s wand
to feel our magic, our ever after
glowing through your dancing eyes and laughter.
Roger Armbrust
July 9, 2015
