the moon was full, so we danced
until our feet no longer hurt.
we danced until we fell, exhausted,
into each other's arms.
the wind was gentle that night.
gentle like a poet's song.
gentle like the memory of your hand
resting softly on mine.
the sun returned, hesitant yet insistent,
like a child waking from a dream.
11/18/2017
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