FOXTROT

     

      Sailing on a caravan of dreams she moves

      Slick as silken notes and satin seams, and leans

      Into muffled muted notes that box her dreams

      Of furs and pearls and steamy nights.

      His steps designed as accents bright

      Seem stolen from the mirrored light,

      Exposing looks that bounce, reflect and glance

      Off languid partners as they dance.

      Turns and twists and passing rolls

      Indiscretions now unfold in movements

      Both elegant and controlled.

      The mixing scents of flowers and rare spice

      Jazzy secrets unwrapped in indigo and teal

      Transform the dance in form and feel,

      Until it seems they glide

      Upon a measured turning wheel—

      Where dreams are spun into a moment real.

     

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