Dance with My Beloved.

The fire of a deep yearning

and the coolness of a numbing pain

are at war within my soul.

Come you speak over me.

But I don’t want to dance today.

Your calm smile and the twinkling gleam

in your eyes pull me, unwillingly, to my feet.

You gaze at me

like I’m dressed for my wedding day,

and I feel suddenly shy.

Our fingers intertwine.

My limp hands seem unworthy

in the cradle of yours.

My clumsy feet begin to move

in time with your perfect rhythm.

You hum the melody of my favorite song.

Your strong arms spin me around,

and you paint a breathless smile

on my sullen face.

We pause.

I take a breath and nervously offer

my jagged pieces to you.

Blood rushes to my cheeks

as you press your lips against my hand,

and whisper you are mine.

Gracefully,

you make the stars appear and

restore my sweetly broken heart.