Monday, April 17, 2017

#NaPoWriMo Day 17

Prompt: A Nocturne

You whisper
The sweet nothings of the night.

I turn to reply,
My answer clear in the pink of my cheek.

Yes, I nod,
I would care for a dance,
Twirl me till I'm dizzy, won't you?

You take my hand
So tiny in yours,
And lead me into a most elegant trance.

Shoulder to shoulder,
We move with our eyes shut,
Feeling only each other's heartbeat and Chopin.

Love and grace,
Flows between us tonight,
As the music begins to match our breath.

You move in to kiss me,
My quivering lips do not resist.

Everything begins to fade,
And I smile quietly in your warm arms.

Art by Gustav Klimt

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