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Last Dance Ii
The hour grew late, band was getting tired
They played a slow waltz for the final tune
I asked my ladylove for the closing dance
As a glass ball flashed the empty ballroom
Arm ‘round slim waist, I held her tight
Floating on air, we soared ‘cross the floor
We let nothing spoil the magic of that night
“Heaven on Earth” our only metaphor
We twirled, laughed and ended with a dip
Stepped outside the club just past twilight
I drew her close and kissed her ruby lips
The Orb rose fast, bathing us in sunlight
Beloveds…
Cherish today, worry not ‘bout tomorrow
It’s yours to choose a day of joy or sorrow
ROTMS
poem
by
Ray Lucero
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