I Played Your Dance (poem) by D.E.Z. Butler on AuthorsDen

I Played Your Dance
by D.E.Z. Butler → (All Poetry by D.E.Z. Butler)
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Love that is now out of step.
I Played Your Dance by\| D.E.Z. Butler The days and nights were hot and full of you, as we danced the hours away, the mask you had covered all your face and kept me holding onto our dance steps, ever so carefully Then again the music played, louder and louder never did I want to dance the rhythm you swayed too, or did I Your hands felt warm before they turned cool your eyes were soft before they turned hard, or did they My dreams find me next to you and we are dancing to the music but then you change a step or two and I find myself out of step with you, or do I Confusion is there when I think of you, your mind was mine, but your steps went somewhere else, or did they Holding onto you as we danced had me feel safe, your arms so strong and when I slipped you stopped my fall, or did you Our hearts beat together on the dance floor, you flung me away from you with ease and then back to you, the flow of the music was unchanged, our love was one with the music, or was it I challenge you to forget our songs and steps, I want to dance again with you, but then I drift back to the time you had me dance only for you as you watched, over and over again I danced for you, or did I Now I find my hands reaching out to you, but they slip from your fingers, not wanting to dance for you again, Our rhythm fell out of step and I never want to dance or play your dance for you again, or don’t I Leave now, I don’t know anymore how to dance your dance, I only know that I played your dance and stayed with you until the music’s end

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on October 22, 2012

Yes, I can relate to what you express in these verses. The theme is sadly a universal and timeless one in this world/life. Thank you for sharing. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on August 21, 2012

So poignant and soulfelt.

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Reviewed on August 19, 2012

It is frustration at the outcome of this dance that would come to bear no more fruit. Excellent piece, D.E.Z.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on August 15, 2012

Got me thinking about an old girlfriend�we were dancing fools. But then I see that your poem is a metaphor for a controlling relationship that you were in until the music died.

Ron