Could I Dance With You?

Dance with You

Could I dance with you
Just once to feel your arms around my waist
No seduction
No obligation

Could I choose the song
Would you let me follow along
Around the floor
Around the world

Would I be too forward to ask from you
A chance to be the girl with you
Before the crowd
Before myself

Should I stop my tongue from asking you
To hold my hand and lead me on
Music filling the air
Music filling my heart

Could I dance with you?

Author Note: one of my very few romantic type poems...all the grace of a courtship and faulty stops of a questioning heart. Dedicated to a friend who must know how much I love her, even if she is all the way in Canada.

Miss You

Miss You

I won’t miss you at all

I am chanting in the dark

Hoping to believe my lips

The words so cold and stark

Just the taste of smoke

Brings your face to my mind

All the fires you started

All the life you couldn’t find

Nighttime falls with me alone

Watching snowflakes fall

Chanting in the frozen cold

I won’t miss you at all

Author Note: Since before I can remember, I have been surrounded by people. I have a huge family and there always seems to be someone to share a room or an apartment with. In two months I will finally be living on my own and I wonder...will I miss the company or will I revel in the freedom? The idea scares me...and I think that's a good thing.

A Winter Night on my Porch

A Winter Night on my Porch

White frost on leafless trees,
brittle and glittering
in the cloud covered moonlight.
I breathe in
A crisp cold gust of
night air.
I feel the chill seep through
the fabric of my coat.
The porch is frozen;
My jeans providing little barrier
against the icy feeling creeping up
my back.
I sit still, listening to the winter
Sounds of crackling ice and
Drifting snow.
I shiver in the darkness, content.

Author Note: I am in love with where I live.