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The Dance
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The Dance

I want to sleep with my head on your chest
My head nestled close to your beating heart
The heartbeats, at once comforting and urgent
Become the rhythm of my life, my song

I’ll dance with your heart, and you with mine
Sometimes touching only hands, and sometimes hips
Always guided by the tempo, the measures, the syncopation
Of the two hearts, finding their pace and their tune

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A romantic and sensual poem... well written and leaves the reader with a yearning to have the same dancecard as the hero in the poem.