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»The Dance«

by Zandile Mboneni, June 20, 2011

You take my hand and lead me to the stage.
As you place your hand on my waist, you whisper "Hello beautiful."
I smile, resting my head against your chest.
The music starts, but my feet cannot move, you whisper "let me lead you."
With eyes closed I let you take me for a spin, I feel light in your arms.
As we dance around I realise, I know this music, I know this dance.
"What's wrong, beautiful" you ask as I twirl in your arms.
I know this music, I know this dance.
I let go of your hand, you look at me confused.
I whisper "I know this music, I know this dance."
I turn to run, you hold on to my hand, I whisper
"I know this music, I know this dance."
You let go, the drum stops,
Caught in my confusion,
I turn back to you and I shout
"I know this music, I know this dance",
For someone else is dancing to the beating of your heart.

Written: June 2011
Tags: Life Personal Relationships

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Reader comments

"this is pablo. i made noxi read this poem but i don't think she knows the meaning of it but its a good poem sis"
Noxie Pule, Jun 21, 2011

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