Dance Floor

• Cecilia Brandolini, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2013

The appearance of you,
Pearly white straight teeth
Sends the hot blood, running through the veins,
In my cheeks

And the feeling of them,
Filling up, too much,
Spilling out, like the thoughts,
In my head.
They, come out my lips,
And they don't make sense...

So, take me
to the dance floor
Dance with me,
Like you've never even danced before
Take, me to the dance floor
Put your hands on my hips,
Touch my nose with those lips