A fictional piece about lost love. He finally realises, as they embrace, swaying to soft music in a tired and jaded Dance Hall that reflects their own relationship, his lover has been replaced by a woman he doesn’t know.
DANCE WITH A STRANGER
Cosseted by dream wave music drapes
of liquid silk that ebb and flow around
battered mirror ball carousel shapes
we spoke to each other without a sound.
I danced with a stranger though in love,
and by a familiar desire was I confused,
my cheek stroked by her velvet glove
that hid the mock smile of one amused.
I wished that dance to forever remain,
for our hearts had once the same beat,
and so I would my lover know again
and forget this stranger’s cruel deceit.