'What it Looks Like'

A poem

When we danced, the flutter of my dress in the wind was a swoosh, swoosh...

Somehow when you turned me, I was stable, even as I lost my bearings

I thought this is what it is to fly

Wings on the wind. Up and over the wind puffs 

Suddenly I was scooped back on solid ground. Wrapped warmly in your stable arms, yet moving still, always moving

The fluttering that rose from my throat - the chills down my back

The gentle swaying - leg over leg, arm over arm, up and over

We were on cobblestones

She was singing the deep aria of love lost, of passions, of mystery