SIENNA WALTZ

If I could dance with you forever
Holding your figure
To my breast.
Feeling your breath
Against me.
I know then,
To be enraptured by you,
My joy could be no less.

We could dance,
Under the azure sky.
In the desert wind.
With stars above your
Golden head.
God’s true beauty,
Held in my hands.

Our naked souls in sandaled feet.
Finding rhythm,
To express our being.
Each step a word,
Written in sienna sand.
And each sigh,
An emotion,
Between two angels

Borrowing God’s dance floor land.

--Diva

She

You must be her
The one not me
That she uses her fingertips on
She who hears you breathe.

She is the one
with her hands entwined in your hair
Lucky one that holds your waist
and dances in your affair.

You choosing now
Her shy smile and dark lashes closed
Sighing warmly in your ear
She, the lucky chosen one.

Or is she?