A Collection of Poems

I point my toes to the wooden ground,

I dressed in a white tank top and black leggings,

You are in a white tank and jeans,

Your hand tightly pressed into the small of my back,

I feel your push as you guide me across the floor,

Someday I'll wake up from you,

I walk away gliding in my own way,

You watch and stare with your eyes not missing a step,

Sweat begins to run down my face as I run into your awaiting embrace,

You twirl me around not able to let go,

We push away an arm around both our waists,

Twirling in a circle of trust,

This is our dance of freedom,

We are one together.