A dance with Johann Strauss

my breath cannot keep up
with my heart my feet
cannot keep up with

the ballroom, the smart
clad gentlemen and their
graceful belles are launching
off on their feet too

the colourful celings, chandeliers,
collonaded walls and glittering lights are
dancing with us to a series of delightful
crescendos

we glide weightless angels in heaven
to and fro, back and forth,
to and fro, back and forth
our physiques transporting us
like two God's premier art pieces
tinging the air with royal regal,
flowing elegance, ever measured
and precise poise

time takes a rest snugly
as we lock eyes
enveloping us in a warmth
we wish is signed 'eternal'
between the palms as our eet feet
propel us on and on to the charms and
pleasure of the moment

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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