Ballroom Floor

In the middle of an empty tiled floor,

You take my hand,

Silently pulling me into you.

There’s no music,

The lights are dimmed,

Candles left over from the night

Create our shadows on the floor,

And they move as we do,

As one without effort,

In silence aside from the

Sound of the soles of our shoes.

In the middle of an empty tiled floor,

The breeze from the open

Arched doorway finds itself

Underneath my train,

And in between our faces,

Pulling us in for a kiss

That’s soft and lingers after

Your lips have left mine.

Your hands guard the zipper

Down the back of my dress,

But I already feel them revealing

The skin underneath.

And as our legs move in time,

And our shoes brush against the others’,

Time stands still,

The lights flicker slowly,

Shining against the gold

Around us in the shadows.

In the middle of an empty tiled floor,

My body leans into yours,

And we dance as one.

The silent music stops,

And we fall into one another

As our breathing becomes

The rhythm to which we move.

The tile is cold

but you are warm,

So my body holds onto you

As we dance rhythmically

In the middle of an empty

Ballroom floor.