By Jesi Scott
One-two-three, one-two-three, one…
Just like that it has begun.
One small glance in each direction,
Suddenly, we have become obsessed
And walk around like one now possessed
Having drunk ambrosia from Love’s own cup
And feasted with Joy: now we offer up
That which belongs to Delight and Ecstasy.
We dance together in pleasure, breathlessly,
Soaring among the clouds -with rapture we are crowned-
Until once again our feet touch upon the ground.
* OctPoWriMo Day 10 prompt: Dancing On Air; suggested form: Con-Verse. Still catching up. Been caring for sick child who is now well and almost 100% again, and have now become ill myself. Will try to write and post when I can.