I want to dance with you
to the cricketsongs
of a warm August night
with sweet summer scents in the air,
on a grassy dance floor
beneath the soft ceiling lights
of stars and moon.
Come lie on the earthblanket,
rest with me
before the last waltz
while our eyes dance.
Then let me hold you
in the nakedness
of your ballgown,
and love you
as we twirl to
nightsounds.
dennis
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
I want to dance with you
to the cricketsongs
of a warm August night
with sweet summer scents in the air,
on a grassy dance floor
beneath the soft ceiling lights
of stars and moon.
Come lie on the earthblanket,
rest with me
before the last waltz
while our eyes dance.
Then let me hold you
in the nakedness
of your ballgown,
and love you
as we twirl to
nightsounds.
dennis