dance Poem, by Chloe S, at My poetic side

a summer night

he grabs my waist tight

we slow dance to frank sinatra

and jump around

to porter robinson after

i can’t dance

but it doesn’t matter

nothing matters

but the hands on my waist

and the smile on his face

he brings his fingers to trace

my jaw

and i adore him more

we dance until i hit the floor

i am sure

i was always meant to be yours

now my heart is racing

but i don’t mind

this is what love sounds like

it is nothing but kind

and easy to find

if you open your eyes

how loved you are

Nova, my shining star.

09:42am - 03/08/25.

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