He whispered across the Autumn sky,
'Shall we dance tonight?'
Slowly,
so as not to appear over-eager,
she approached,
barely shadowing his form,
while he watched her languid prosession
in anticipation of their joining.
He reached across, with gentle beam
taking her ray and taking the lead.
He knew she would not scorch,
not tonight,
for the heavens fated that this
come to pass,
at least for this night.
She was warm to his touch
as the November air tempered her burn
and cooled her core slightly,
just enough so they could unite
once again.
Their clandestined meetings were few
and far between,
as their professions kept them biding
by a long distance relationship.
She on one side of their world,
he, on the other.
On nights such as these,
nights set on his terms,
on his schedual,
they danced slowly,
their combined love radiating
in a softening blush,
while earth looked on
in etheral awe as they moved together
in relaxed waltzing.
On nights of her schedual,
her terms,
they danced a heated and sexy Salsa,
much too passion ridden for
earthly eyes to even glance upon,
lest they be blinded by their love.
The celestial dance floor
glowed with the soft sparkling
of those who had cleared the floor
and now hung on the sidelines
watching the couple dance,
stars twinkling in their eyes.
All too soon,
the music slowed
while the force of gravity
once again determined their routes
and seperated their forms.
She bid him, 'Good night.'
He bid her, 'Good day.'
Once more to be distanced from one another
by the rules of space and time,
they parted ways,
until their next charted joining.