The Last Dance

I thought I had the chance,
If not just another,
but for a last dance.
I touched her hands,
and held her close,
On her waist rests my hands,
And with rhythm chimes her toes.

I look deep inside,
of her pupils alive.
Her lowly laid eyes,
where her beauty resides.
She passes a smile as light as a feather,
touched by the tenderness, her love prospers.

And I took her by her arms,
raised her above her stance.
Breathe warm round her neck,
took her in my own deck,
blew apart the melody of her hair,
whispered the words, I longed to share,
Though this dance might be the last,
If not in body I can,
Would preserve it in soul as now I am.....