Jamaican Culture
Our last dance
Published Feb 1, 2008Our dance
timeless
the scent of frankincense
from your neck captivating.
Will our heart meet again?
“Stay with me!”
My mind tries to speak loud
As I feel the burning flame.
“shhh!”
Our mouth silence speech.
Swaying to and fro
In your arms I smell love,
for a moment.
“Goodbye!”
I want to shout,
“Why?
……as if the moment was truly mine.
©2006 Maxine Foster
Add a Comment
Please be civil.