Like inhaling new life
My head tilts in bliss
Swaying in motion
with vibrations impossible to dismiss
Deep in the dark
I saw those brown eyes
They followed me tentatively
getting closer
as time slipped us by
No words in exchange
Just your eyes and slight touch
Letting the music translate
this language we were never taught
I wonder if others would ever understand
the power of how our steps turned into a brief romance
I had a beautiful, but brief romance with a brown eyed woman. We danced. I love this poem.