The harvest moon’s glow is their spotlight.
Streetlights fizzle around them
As black glitters into gold.
Their shadows slow dance on pavement.
Holding her tightly,
Their bodies are one
Lulling back and forth
To Sinatra’s sweet whisperings.
The street is their ballroom.
She rests her head in the crook of his neck
Taking in his entire being.
Wrapped tightly in his arms,
She is aware of his tender hold
On her heart.
In the depths of autumn
She is blissfully his
As he gently twirls her with a smile.
They continue to sway
Even as the moon burns out.
Side to side,
Their feet sweep the street
Embraced by enchanted darkness
That now surrounds them.
The world slolwy dims
But the dance carries on.
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