The Bolero

He put on a disc of Maurice Ravel
And as the music began to swell
He removed his clothes with careful grace
And drank slowly from the melody’s well

It was soft and mellifluous
And blocked out the memories
Of a love he’d lost 20 years ago,
As he moved the tears cleansed his cheeks

His eyes drifted to the ceiling
Though his gaze went far beyond
To a sky that was blue and happy
And he danced quicker now

She came from the kitchen with her hands wet,
Wiping them on a towel
She’d been doing the dishes alone
Hearing that music up loud

A little perturbed,
She was going to speak to him sharply…
He started swaying with the roll of the drums
As she watched him there in the dark

His body was lithe from the movements
And her body began to shake
She could feel the tension inside mount
Her soul started to quake

That passion of 15 years past
She hadn’t felt in a long time
Gradually, a change came over her
As she touched the sublime

Sublime was meant to be shared
And share it they did through the night
Dancing to Ravel
The bolero and the soft morning light

The Bolero

Wayne Cook

Joined August 2008

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