"DANCING WITH A STRANGER"

Swiftly we moved across the floor in unison,
bodies swaying to the rhythum  of the music.
We found  ourselves one with nature and each other,
lost in the ectasy of each other's arms.

We met briefly before dancing,
loneliness had over taken us in a crowded place.
We were strangers in the night surrounded by
piercing eyes and fatal calm.

His feet were sure and his hands were strong
as he guided me across the floor.
His smile was pleasing, his eyes were soft and dark.
It was as though he knew my every thought.

No words were spoken, only a nod now and then.
With silence we moved gracefully among the crowd.
His strong hands caress me as we move to the beat
of soul music, I asked myself by whom have been caught.

The music was engaging, as though with intent it
moved us first swiftly and then slowly.  The sounds were
soft and mysterious, as if having a life of it's own.  For
a moment I looked away we were alone.

The crowd was gone, but the music was still playing.
There were no instruments or band members present.
Then out of no where I heard a voice saying wake up
Kathryn, that was my husband calling, I was home.

My husband said I was dreaming.  I was quick to tell him
I had been dancing with a stranger.  Now that  I am awake,
I know that the stranger was you...

Poetic Reflections
By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2000