Moving

    The music drowns to the whisper of her voice

        I see the room by the light in her eyes

    Easily swaying to the speed of her lingering perfume

        Eyes skip, stare and slide over the two of us

    As moonlight would flicker off the rippling tide at midnight

        Closer to the rhythm towards the end of the song

    Our shoes touch simultaneously with a shared smile

        Trailing laughter collects in the air

   Swishing, spilling wine, swirling hips, tilted head, half closed eyes,

    She knows tonight she can stand the world falling apart all but for the dance floor and his eyes.