You took me dancing by the harbour
after snow fell the night, covering
sand and sea in white for an instant
mist in my eyes, as we twirled
towards dizziness held
by the heated pressure of your right
hand posed on my back
the seat of my emotions pressed
against your chest, blind
to others the cold
breeze a scorching ray,
hitting violently on pins and needles
skin an awkward sensation,
confusing ice for fire,
strikes for strokes,
your attention for love.
[Featured painting: Dance Me To The End Of Love by Jack Vettriano]