Richard W. Reith

SLOW DANCE

My strong arms behind your back,
Bodies floating, embraced as one.
Your perfumed scent of soft lilac,
Golden strands of heaven spun.

Eyes closed tight, shutting out
the world around, this mortal clime,
swirling with a love devout
like a poem with flawless rhyme.

We trap the moment, the tender moves,
Beating hearts our only sign
Of mortality we’ve eschewed:
Love now pure as God’s design.

We pray the music will never end
Though end, it must, to wake from dreams.
Cheek from shoulder, sighs descend
Two people now again, it seems.