A Guest’s 1-2-3-4–
Momentary strangers.
A stranger’s danger.
The unexpected danger of my heart awaking.
Your hand holds mine.
Words have past between us.
A contagious flame is there,
I have never seen this, never felt it.
A nervous giggle makes her presence know.
My heart rushes, but holds true.
In your eyes I see the glimmer of something—
Your smile brings the flame brighter, as I mold to your embrace.
Your arms feel strong and gentle.
Here we are at the beginning, 1-2-3-4—
Music a memory.
My feet tremble to find the forgotten beat.
I look to you, see you smile and find my place again.
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Sweet and joyous.
Thank you!