One Dance, One Sunset

One sees him dance and

questions his mortality.

At first glance he appears to be

a fallen angel, the very essence of

heaven, standing right before your eyes.

He's smooth as he glides across the ceramic

floor, just like a swan kissing the surface of

the water.

He unexpectedly looks this way, encompasses

the hopeful hand in his calloused paw

and guides it to the center of the crowded square.

He gently, almost lovingly

slips his warm hand around the curvy waist.

His left hand loosely but securely

grabs your free hand, the other,

lightly rests on his broad shoulder.

In this very moment, it's as if you were

transported to a different version of heaven,

one only found in one's wildest of dreams.

Here, in this everlong moment, you study him.

His hair, like a dark twisted forest,

easy to get tangled in.

His rose colored lips, always turned up

in that beautifully seductive smirk

he's perfected.

Absentmindedly, your hand

caresses his toned, sun-kissed arm.

You follow the main road of his veins, it's

smooth until a bump presents itself

much like life.

You rip your eyes away from his heavenly face

and gaze at the imperfection, disturbing the tender

ripples in his muscles.

A scar in the shape of a tadpole, a remnant of a darker

time sticks out boldly, refusing to be ignored.

Your eyes leisurely journey back up

to his face.

They become aware of the soft outline

of his collarbone, the bits

and pieces of his intriguing tattoo

creeping out of his loose tank top.

Suddenly, his eyes demand attention

and for a moment you lose your breath.

His eyes, - His eyes, were the last

golden rays before sunset, a setting

where forever could be a second or a lifetime.

The dance is over now,

he escorts you to his sleek, black

motorcycle and drives you home.

In a voice like summer rain he

whispers goodnight.

He takes his leave unfazed.

He's long gone now, but you-

You're still stuck in that dance on the

surface of the water, amidst the most

wondrous sunset you could ever imagine.