Don’t You Dance
By: Roxanne
When I peer around the corner,
My face becomes warmer
As his smug smile is directed my way.
Under normal circumstance, I would never chance
A guy who refused to stay.
I tried giving space when seeing his face
Lest I become a child learning swim.
An easy enough task, I thought to outlast
Until gooseflesh pebbled my skin.
Through lidded eyes, his gaze captured mine,
A dark storm no man could forcast.
With grace, carefree, he dropped to one knee,
Overlooking my step back perchance.
Every eye was on me with no lack for jealousy
Though it bothered me not in the least.
One hair curled low and time seemed to slow
As though I was caught in his trance.
I gulped down my tea as he asked huskily,
“Don’t you dance?”
The Sacred Fox 
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