Like the last thing on her mind, you sneak up on her dreams
Face in mask, taking the lead-one, two, three, one, two, three
Gentle arms sway, her besotted frame all around night's dance floor,
Gliding into the thick of its dark with ease-hip to hip, cheek to cheek;
Fluidly evading the light beams seeking to reveal, to peel off the blinds on
Eye's unsuspecting lids. Pebbles on gong; cue music to the ears of dawn,
Same fashion as before, you sneak out the back door, as the lids come off.

©Belema.S.Ekine
(belemascribbles)