Sunday, January 13, 2008

For D (my dance instructor) Oct 6, 1993


Swept right off my feet
is what I want to be
desire in your eyes
is what I want to see.

It's only the sun
that makes petals unfurl
reach out and touch me
I want to be "your girl".

There's nothing to lose
maybe a dance or two
from that moment on
it could be me and you.

Can you read my mind?
all I'm trying to hide
tingling sensations
as you move by my side.

It is in your arms
where I float like cloud
up higher I fly
to a love that's newfound.

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