i like to imagine myself dancing

I like to imagine myself dancing.
I can dance, just not very well.
But sometimes, I imagine myself dancing.

I imagine the swiftness and the gentility
of my feet across the floor,
and how the cooler air feels against warm blushing cheeks.

I close my eyes, and envision a dream;
a partner, a someone to dance with.
I imagine your invisible arms that are now extended,
inviting me into sweet embrace.

“Come dance with me.” you tell me.
I take your hands, and you smile so beautifully.
I imagine your embrace to be the only embrace;
the embrace I long for, and never want to leave.
I imagine the music is the singing of birds at night,
and the rhythm is the beating of our hearts.

Alas, even in imagination,
I tire, for my mind is also a sleepy place,
and I now imagine us lying side by side,
dreaming of dancing 

in the most beautiful place, 

together, just you and me.

But for now, 

I imagine myself dancing,
and wait for you.

-LJ 

12 July 2016