Boston Poems

Our last dance

Our dance

timeless

the scent of frankincense

from your neck captivating.

Will our heart meet again?

“Stay with me!”

My mind tries to speak loud

As I feel the burning flame.

“shhh!”

Our mouth silence speech.

Swaying to and fro

In your arms I smell love,

for a moment.

“Goodbye!”

I want to shout,

“Why?

……as if the moment was truly mine.

©2006 Maxine Foster

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