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The Dance

They gazed at one another,
now only a man and a woman
standing in the same room at a party.
She was conversing gracefully with a group of ladies,
and he was speaking with a group of gentleman.
She wore a sapphire chiffon dress
and him a black tuxedo.

They danced politely with one another,
being both married to other people,
waltzing to the soft music,
her silky dress swishing around their legs,
enveloping them both as they danced
in step with the violin.

As he rested his hand gently on the small of her back,
he remembered stroking it in the dark
when they had been together that evening
in the boat house.
The waves had gently washed against the side of it,
as they laid on the floor intertwined in the moon light.

His wife had never found out.

And as she rested her hand
on the back of his neck,
she recalled the time
they had been together in the maid’s room.
Her husband had left for the weekend,
and his wife had been gone all week.
They spent two days together
frolicking around her lavish estate,
making love as they drifted
from room to room.

Her husband had so many mistresses
that he wouldn’t object.

They thanked one another courteously
for the dance,
and then proceeded
back to the arms of their husband
and wife.

But as their eyes met across the room,
her blue eyes peering into his brown,
they spoke to one another,
words that could never be expressed out loud
as their arms both safely rested in another’s.

They said,
I love you.

Author notes

This was inspired by pozo's out of the crowd, and I just watched the Stepford Wives. Read and enjoy. I don't know anything about waltzing so if my hand positions are way off please tell me. I also think I might have some word flow problems. Comments and critisms as always are welcome. Thanks for reading.
Written April 2nd, 2005

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  • LoveAtFirstSight
    June 8, 2005
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    AWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! thats so sweet!! I like it alot!! ITS AWEsoME!!
    ~ASH~


  • disfunctional
    June 3, 2005
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    Beautifully written, I love it...

  • pozo
    April 14, 2005
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    Wow, I am so glad I randomly came across this poem! It was excellently written and fantastic, thanks for being inspired by my write
    All the best,
    Pozo

  • angela wells
    April 12, 2005
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    Wow.......I can think of nothing else to say than wow.....you should really applaud yourself for this piece, as it was extremely well-written. I was entranced by every coming line. I loved it. Great great write!

  • trippy-coocoo
    April 3, 2005
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    oooh. i am hoping this is not true of you and someone or i dunno someone u know...but mm mm great writing...i love....i dunno just the idea that they belong to other people so they have to pretend that they're not dancing like lovers../...i dunno
    great stuff
    Libb*

  • LittleLulu
    April 2, 2005
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    I like this a lot...i too felt like i was there watching this take place...this is really pretty and descriptive........keep up the writing...

  • marrow
    April 2, 2005
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    While I, too, cannot offer you any advice on waltzing seeing as I have only done it once.. I can tell you that this was a very worthy read. The story that you have graced us with is a very attentive one. You had me conceived within the lines. I just had to read on and see what happened. It really was magnificently done. You should be quite proud of yourself.

    Justin


  • April 2, 2005
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    I thought I was there while reading this. Very descriptive. Very good.

  • dream catcher
    April 2, 2005
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    I can't correct hand positions in waltzing because I don't know either but this poem is good. Extremely visual. I enjoyed reading it. The people feel real. Like I am witnessing their hard times. Keep up the good writing.

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