Love

The Dance

March 28, 2010

My memory is a Polaroid picture left in the sun.
The scene is discolored and warped,
and I’m left with only an abstract memory
as if I had heard the story second hand.
But in the language of my heart
the events are crystalline.

I scaled the wall of a nervous sheer cliff,
and climbed toward the mountain top revelry.
My fingers gripped the walls with such intensity
that the rocks crumbled in my hands.
Just as I thought I had lost my hold,
and all I wanted to do was hide,
you said yes.

I made my way through the emotional spectrum,
in the time it took us to sway from left to right.
Do you remember when we danced?

  • khaya mbelekane May 4, 2010 at 8:06 am

    your words are the movement and your tone is the rhytm. i could imagine what you were writting. if i had three thumbs i’d say if only i had four…

  • kate56 January 2, 2011 at 8:42 am

    your words are the movement and your tone is the rhytm. i could imagine what you were writting. if i had three thumbs i

  • jayjay39 January 3, 2011 at 1:26 pm

    your words are the movement and your tone is the rhytm. i could imagine what you were writting. if i had three thumbs i

  • Cristina Brubaker August 27, 2011 at 11:52 am

    Awww!! This poem is so sweet and surreal. Made me smile. 🙂

  • Hrithik bansal April 15, 2012 at 1:27 am

    I liked it too much…………………