#slowdance
Where We Forget the World
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We step out,
just us,
and the night.
The moon is full,
bright enough
to see each other clearly.
No music—
just the breeze
and our footsteps.
You take my hand.
We don’t speak.
We don’t need to.
We move slowly,
finding a rhythm
that feels like home.
A turn,
a laugh,
a small misstep.
Nothing perfect,
but it doesn’t matter.
It’s ours.
The world feels far away,
like it’s paused
just for this.
We stay there,
under that quiet light,
a little longer than we should.
Not thinking ahead.
Not looking back.
Just here,
together,
in the middle of the night.
By Paul Baldry (Long John)
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 7:09 AM UTC
In another universe,
they sway hand in hand.
Dancing on moon dust,
In a silver dreamland.
Stars hum their blessing,
the Earth fades from view,
two souls in forever,
where love feels brand new.
No gravity binds them, no ending, no soon just endless soft laughter, dancing on the moon.
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 5:18 AM UTC
my arms are tired
because of dancing with the air
your shoulders are invisible
and i can t feel the heat
i just imagine you
your lips. your eyes.
please come!
i can t be anymore
a lonely dancer
Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
I want to slow dance with you
moonlight streaming through the window pane
my head against yours
my arms around your shoulders
pulling you close
feeling your chest rise and fall against mine
swaying gently
the world fading away
until it's just
you
me
and the music
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC
The lights dimmed
The music slowed
Everyone but me and him had a partner
he stood feet from me standing, watching me as I looked depressingly on the
dancing lover and their dates
-
I just sat on the floor my long white dress a mess
My lip stick long gone
My long hair lying frail on my shoulders
-
Then he looked at me and I looked back
He looked as though he was about to say something
Then he stopped himself
I nearly said something but I stopped myself
-
So we sat and watched the dance
The slow dance
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
She’s slow dancing for lovers,
She’s crazy jazz in the moon light,
She’s still when it is silent
On a cold, tidal night.
Wavy air turns to a silver mist,
Shimmering on delicate cheeks,
It falls beneath the surface,
But the Sea, She cannot weep.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 8:24 AM UTC
I love to share my soul with someone nice
I love to said the poems under my soul
I love to say to the grey sky
I love to see the grey clouds alone
I love to hear sounds of souls
I love to remember everything around me
I love to write poems to you
I love the sound of quietness
I love the memories in the mist place
I love the darkness in the ocean blue
I love to open eyes under the black sea
I love to close my eyes when I hear your soul.
My poems is slow dance with your words; My words is dancing in the blue moon under my soul.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC