musical notes float
from the piano
the vocalist paints
pictures with his voice
seed lights around
the fence create an air of fantasy
and the warm air
feels like velvet on your skin
a fine red wine
tickles your throat
someone asks you for
a slow dance
you nod and follow
him onto the dance floor
the two of you
sashay and breathe softly
what more could you
ask for in a dream
the anonymous
greeting of a soulmate
as the new bud of
the proverbial rose
it starts here and
who knows the path
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