Dreaming

Sometimes, in that dream just before dawn,
            I still do the dance,

You know, the one you can only do
            With someone not yet known.

It’s that dance of the meaningful glance
            Filled with promise

And those double entendres that speak
            Volumes more than the words that you say.

You, always a stranger,
            The unknown the enticement.

You smile, place your hand at the small of my back 

            As we stroll through the dark.

I laugh, let my fingertips play lightly on your arm 

            As we chat about life,

 And the World Series and delays at the airport
            And that awful movie we both saw.

But we both know, don't we? The real words remain unspoken: 

             Would you? Should we? Want to? Dare we?

And the rhythms of that music that only we hear give the answer: 

             Yes, oh, yes, let’s.

We dance in the moment, dipping and swaying 

            As the music of flirtation plays on and on in the night.

Alas, just before dawn, as these things always go,

            We exchange a quick kiss, then say goodbye.

Because, after all, it was only a dream.

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This was written for The Tenth Daughter of Memory, and was also submitted to One Shot Wednesday.