Hands that say “Can I have this dance?”

Came for the techno

Stayed for the jazz

She leans in

with a soft poise stance

neck stretched and thumping

After a final unlocked glance

at her glowful visage

I lay rest my blue eyes longing

A slight caress of cheek on cheek

Her hair’s base notes seep

deep into my nostrils

Our eyelashes tickle

Lips all warmed up by pant for breath

and the sways of fickle tongues

Tilted heads

KISS

Oh bliss

I wish the rain would never stop

We’d share this umbrella

forever