Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Slow Hand



{Inspired by Stanley Turrentine's "Maybe September"}
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May I have this dance?
In case we should never meet again
I have to tell you - beautiful is your definition
Your hand soft in mine reminiscent...
Of a time tender
A moment of sweet surrender
Dance with me
Slow
And never let go
Spin around in my fantasies
When I open my eyes
Please don't let this be a dream
Hold me close
As if a familiar stranger
And let our memories linger
Like combs of honey
The moon will be my only witness
That no one has ever dance
So slow of hand and beautiful as this...
© Alya Landry 2008

















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