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"the dance.
with a bow and curtsy,
he takes
her hands in his.
the red of her dress
blushes the room
as they take their first step.
he leads her petite frame
across the floor
with his frame
strong and secure;
back and left and
forwards and right.
her hips turn
and he meets her stride
with his hands on her back.
letting go of one hand,
he twirls her away from him
in boast to bring honor
to her beauty-
and then she surrenders
as he pulls her back
to his side.
she’s the reason
he steps
back and left and
forwards and right.
she follows her escort
to the end.
dance floor-
the chandelier
twirls in wonder"
Ruthanne Baxter
bravenet.com