She used to dance
Before she said "Yes".
Her body remembers the feel of "that" dress
Light as a whisper and deep as the night
It twinkled and sparkled in flickering light
With each step it shimmered, sweeping dust from the floor.
She made quite an entrance as she stepped through the door.
Cold frosty evening, requiring a shawl
Lamp lights from windows beckoned her to the ball.
Warm within, bodies and voices did rise
As pipers with bagpipes began their reprise.
Cavernous ballrooms fill quickly with dancers
She looks through the bodies and catching his eyes...
He beckons...
She answers.
A thousand reflections filled mirrors each end
As kilts round their partners did gracefully wend
Their way in the patterns of each Eightsome reel,
The safety of linked arms, a circling wheel.
She danced the Gay Gordon's on lightest of feet
The Dashing White Sergeant her dance card complete.
Sweat trickling down the cleft of her breaststroke
She stops... drinks champagne and
Shoes off...
She Rests.
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