No Names Needed

Sly smiles exchanged in fleeting flirtation,
My martini glass raised, met by your wanton wink.
A knowing nod, your approach approved,
Elation engulfed, your words softly spoken,
Hand held you implore, “Dance, darling?”
Two smitten strangers, we silently sway
As retro records spin, no names needed.



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Danseur Minuscule

Tiny dancer
On candle’s crown,
Her muted flicker
A solitary minuet.
Lonely dancer
Longs for the Breeze
To change the pace
So that she may tango.




Image courtesy of Deviant Art


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