The Dance-Romantic Poem

The Dance

She never looked as beautiful as she did that night

Sparkling pink dress

Her smile made the gods envious

She seemed to glide around the hall

Full of femininity

Full of beauty

Across the hall sit’s a half-drunk man in a rented suit

His life is going nowhere

Love just never seemed to happen for him

Year after year you could smell his virginity

The occasion is a wedding

But for him, it is like he stands over a grave

The festivities forces him to raise his glass

He tells everyone stories

About his best friend

About the times they have spent together

It is as if he is giving a eulogy

The dance! The dance!

The public celebration

Of hidden romance

Man and wife hip-to-hip

The rhythm of the moment

Moving to a beat

His activity

Her receptivity

Their love in bloom

He feels the sweat on her back

A couple of minutes and the song is over

Inebriated from the feeling of love in the room

And with the help of a few cocktails

He addresses her:

Would you like to dance?

His voice exposes his inability for these types of things

Their naked hands meet

Her soft skin contains the power to heal

Suddenly his life make sense

Today he has lost a friend

But gained a soul mate