In a room full of people.. Long coats and pretty dresses,
And painted faces, bright with every color,
Between us is a dance floor, glinting and bare,
And the music beckons us on…
Our eyes meet across the room,
And I can’t pull my gaze away, you captivate me so..
It’s dangerous, this feeling, like a drug,
Recklessness and the thrill..
We walk towards each other, holding our gaze still,
Meet in the middle of the dance floor, the lights on us..
We don’t talk, hiding behind feathered masks,
No Words get in the way..
You take my hand and spin me across the floor,
Did you feel that tiny charge that shivered down my spine?
As you pulled me in your arms.. so close to you..
That mute sigh that escaped my lips...
Nothing so intimate, as the touch of your hand on my waist,
And my hand on your shoulder, and our fingers intertwined,
This rhythm we dance to, like it was made for us,
Like you were made for me...
Its sin.. The way your eyes strip me..
Down to my deepest core, leaving me vulnerable,
Your ivory mask is cold beneath my fingertips touch,
But d heat in your eyes sears me through and through…
We hide behind our masks, and our fine dresses,
And we play the little pretend game,
Of being perfect and beautiful, when we might be not,
No words said, just our eyes do the talk..
The music stops now, you hold my gaze a bit longer,
You bow. I curtsy. The dance is over.
Masquerade Lovers... that’s what we were,
We lived a love story in that one dance,
And then we left, two opposite directions, you & I,
Never to ever meet again...
P.S: I found the pic first, and it inspired me to write the poem... I told ya, I m weird!! :)