With two left feet

And two right moves,

I spell I love you.

Our velvet eyes glued.

 

We knew our final day was due,

A troop of vegetative lives,

Yielded along a trench

Fatally awaiting bloom.

 

In beatitude

My tails sweep

As your eyes sign along the dotted line,

We press palms.

I raise my firearm,

Flip the hatch; stare into the barrel

And see your gaze return a picture of that winter.

The cool haze across the lake;

A company in arms,

Sharing some time alone.

 

Together, our ballroom glows

As I lead you through my liturgy,

Feet bitten by size tens.

A course sentence I’ve learnt to repeat

Strengthens the vow I’ve come to defend.

A waltz is all. A waltz is all.

 

Amidst shadows of well-timed words

Which join to abbreviated breaths

As the bridge came to an end and lead to a rest

My sweetheart,

The day we danced together

And dressed to look our best

I signal ‘Comrades go!’

Then follow,

Duck and cover

In a minefield of lovers lost.

Helmets steaming heavenly beads of sweat,

We kiss.

Then I lift you amongst the stars -

Beating down missiles,

We take to the aisle.

And it’s here I turn and see you smile,

An explosion by my side

That leaves me knowing

That a dance had made it all

Worthwhile.

 

Ed Hunte © 2011