Contradancing in Black and White
Bonus Poem for Day 92 – 20141224
Join me at the contradance
so we can strut our stuff
beneath the many lights
muted to a showing of black and white.
I'll spin you so,
your skirt flared in response.
Lovely legs are shown,
dress fluttering in the air just so.
I'll turn you around,
lift your hand into the air,
and we'll move to the next step
of our dance of eloquence.
Drape your arm across my back,
our faces turned to smile.
This dance is an enchantment,
heaven on earth as we progress.
I'll dip you and look into your eyes,
but wait, we have company,
a photographer stalks us there,
never mind, we will dance on.
We'll finish the night with a side dip.
Our eyes will meet in a knowing look.
No matter where we were before,
we are together here now.
© 2014. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.