If you’ll be Ginger Rogers
I will strive for Fred Astaire,
we’ll dance across a polished floor
in resplendent evening wear.
Your dress will be the cream
in the coffee of my tux;
we’ll swirl in dizzy circles
in a dervish state of flux—
Our every move rehearsed
in choreographed design,
our every smile scripted
in the singing of our lines.
All eyes will be upon us
in that moment we all seek,
when life is just as perfect
as two people cheek to cheek.
© by Mike Orlock.
Used with the author’s permission.
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