Poem of the Day: oh how she wears that little white dress

oh how she wears that little white dress

I want to dance with eleanor powell

I want to hold her hand as she spins that little white dress around me

I want to smell her hair as her waist turns in my hands

I want to make her smile, a lover’s smile

and feel her giggle

and feel her squeeze my arm

when she wants me to know she’s right there with me

I want to take two champagnes from the waiter’s tray

take her to the balcony on my arm

I want to see her eyes widen

and head tilt slightly back

as she looks up at me

as she falls for me

I want the moon to be big and white and magically – only light us

and the distant music from the band to be playing

our

love song

I want to take her glass from her hand

set it down on the terrace

pull her close

tell her I love her

and will take her away

then kiss her

long

soft

and with hints of lust

and feel her squeeze my arm once again

to let me know she’s right there with me

and for her to hug me with everything she’s got

squeeze me and bury her head in my chest

oh how I want to dance

with eleanor powell

Poem from Let The Poets Come And Stop Me available this summer on interpunk.com or by me on Warped Tour.

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