"Slow Dance"

Our eyes meet across the room

as the music begins to play.

We move slowly towards each other

as though mesmerized

focused only on what we are feeling.

Seemingly alone amidst the chaos

of the crowded dance floor

I move into the circle of your arms

you pull me close.

Our bodies begin to move to the beat

your hands roaming freely upon my back

mine caressing the back of your neck

we remain lost in each other's eyes.

Feeling the heat of our bodies

where they touch

our movements become more sensual.

Breaking from your gaze at last

my eyes fall to your lips

I become fascinated, begin

to yearn for your kiss.

I draw your head down

lips meet, you respond

softly at first

then more passionately

leaving me breathless, weak

longing for more

leaving me

melting against you.

The music ends

we stay in each other's arms

for a few more sweet moments

then you thank me for the dance

and move away into the crowd.

Copyright 2009 Catherine Lewis

Another interest revealed...

Going in a new direction with this blog, as you can probably tell by the name change.
It has always been primarily about stuff going on in my life, with an occasional side trip to other topics. Starting today I will be adding some of my own written works.

This was published in 2005, I hope you enjoy it.

"Seasons of Love"

Love began to grow slowly

words and laughter

causing it to blossom

like spring flowers beneath

warm soil and gentle rains

the tender early feelings

growing ever stronger

as their roots reached deeper

into our hearts and souls

It soon overflowed

to fill our world with

a special heat and beauty

like rose bushes under

hot, cloudless summer skies

nourished by passions shared

and memories 

we began collecting together

it became richer and sweeter every day

Then for reasons unknown

a slight chill set in

like brisk autumn winds

our words became crisper

and no longer caressed

emotions often erupted

scattering as leaves

torn free and cast whirling

by violent storms

Now ice grips hearts

once so warm with love

and I feel lost

in a barren, cold emptiness

blinded by tears, as a blizzard

blinds the unwary traveler

trapped upon the road.

As the seasons of love complete their cycles

frozen with grief, I stand alone.