Last night was fun.
And as much as I would like to refer
To an intimate experience,
I really meant the dance.
It was a dance when I danced for you,
when my eager feet longed to move
Close to yours where I can step on them
And lead me a waltz.
It was a dance when I locked gazes with you
for a second, every once in a while.
It was a dance when I fell in love
With the way you jump and sweat and catch the light;
Fell in love with how picture-perfect your smile was
That I wished I had a Polaroid with me
To capture that moment and hand you your photo.
Fell in love with how you pull your shirt up to your face to relieve it with sweat,
And how lovelier it would be
To first-hand experience how to trace that line of hair down to our ecstasy.
I just learned today
That you are married
And that I fell deeply in love with the man that you are.
But last night was fun.
Because it was our dance. Our very own dance.
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