The room is still spinning,
And so is she,
Twirling as she dances,
Skirts lifting high,
Arms outstretched,
Heart ****** forward,
An offering to herself;
Maybe later I will
Drink from that holy chalice
As well,
But for now
I stumble
Across the dance floor,
Never as graceful
Or as elegant as she,
Never as beautiful
Or as resplendent,
Never anything like the shining star
I rose to catch
On a bitter winter day
Yet beloved by that angel
That fell from the Heavens
Into my arms.

And into my arms
She falls again,
And rises on her tippy-toes
To kiss me,
Gentle and slow,
Before spinning once more.
Dizzy
And drunk in love,
We both fall
Into each other,
Onto the floor,
And I soar to new highs
With once glance into her eyes,
Sparkling with mischief.
I part my lips to speak her name,
But she silences me
With one slim flinger,
And it is left unspoken.