can't stop the dance

the sultry tango of seven sleeps,

just you'n'us swinging together,
our bodies absorbing the elongated rays
of late summer.
hearts colliding, souls realigning
as we skip along the streets,
my pink canvas shoes the percussion accompanist
to piles of amber leaves.
a little hand encircled in your strength,
smaller steps lengthening to match your stride,
the excitement of a rediscovered playground,
waltzing along a newly found path.
dancing through the undergrowth,
siamese sounds twirling through ear buds,
sunshine entwining our rhythmic heartbeat,
souls awash in late afternoon light.