The Dance Poem by Tyrone Wingfield

As we danced, suppended in time
I felt almost as if we were floating
Having your body so close to mine
Had my head dangerously close to exploding

The sweet music danced around us
As our bodies moved as one
Our movements rivaled angelic grace
And our body heat far surpassed the sun

We danced to an endless tune
Too beautiful for my mind to comprehend
The extacy in each of our moves
Could of caused the most pios angels to decend

Every step and spin left spectators breathless
Although our dance did not have them in mind
To us, we were all that existed
And we were where no one else could find

We moved with an unhuman grace
That was so beautiful yet horrifying
It drained all the atention in the room
Like everything besides us was slowly dying

Each step we took dripped with something
That can only be described as angelic
Stunned by our beauty some annoying spectator
Stole a picture and used it as a holy relic

We danced until the music stoped, and then we danced some more
We danced so much that our very feet were imprinted on the floor