Poor Belle--at least she had the dance to remember.

Nicely done, Gail!

March 13, 2013 at 8:43 PM

I have had similar experiences in the distant past, thought I really connected with someone while doing 'the dance,' but then at the end of the evening, that is all there was...and though it was sad at that time, it was all part of the dance of life. And....no regrets. But know that your poem resonated, captured something.....

March 13, 2013 at 8:57 PM

My dates never even got that far.

March 13, 2013 at 8:59 PM

smiles....the night i met my wife i told her my name was roman...haha...oy the mystery would be a bit much for me...but that dance def can get you caught up in the moment...

March 13, 2013 at 9:22 PM

Memories . . . of a great night . . . dance.

March 13, 2013 at 9:33 PM

Not everyone dances with Jesse James, great poem and i look that romantic mystery, a night to remember. Love it.

March 14, 2013 at 1:14 AM

I felt the floating in this. Nice.

March 14, 2013 at 3:11 AM

That was Soul-dancing...very creative piece.Lovely...

March 14, 2013 at 4:41 AM

I feel that spring is in the air
When poets write with such a flair
They speak of love they never knew
Like a thief at night away he flew
What a blessing not a pox
You'll avoid washing his dirty sox

March 14, 2013 at 6:00 AM

Oh I like this and I am smiling at Alex's comment:) B

March 14, 2013 at 6:15 AM

this is really COOL! love it... i can see them dancing in my head....

March 14, 2013 at 7:11 AM

You surely do have a way with words, Gail!

March 14, 2013 at 7:37 AM

Love it... You can really connect with someone when you dance

March 14, 2013 at 8:08 AM

You have described a perfect night! Lots of flirting, dancing, enjoyment of company. I love the feeling here.

March 14, 2013 at 8:27 AM

Reminds me of a fairy tale... sounds like a dreamy night.

March 14, 2013 at 8:34 AM

Always loved the name Jesse James, great dancing, Francine.

March 14, 2013 at 8:59 AM

So pretty and such nice descriptive words.

March 14, 2013 at 9:34 AM

Very imaginative and well done!

March 14, 2013 at 11:45 AM

What a lovely memory to treasure! This was written so well that I suspect you might have a special memory or two of your own from the past! :-)

March 14, 2013 at 12:36 PM

What a memorable evening--and conveyed so well here. A charmer on the dance floor--perhaps you had him at his best and the rest would have been a disappointment! LOL

March 14, 2013 at 2:01 PM

I love it! I can just see them dancing... and never communicating who they really were.

March 14, 2013 at 3:03 PM

This is just wonderful!

I guess if I were to have written it it would have involved a lot of alcohol. It was only way that I (thought) I could dance.

March 14, 2013 at 5:39 PM

Awww, two lost souls on the dance floor to never meet again. Sigh!

Great job!

Have a blessed evenin' sweetie...tomorrow...shorts...I'm thinkin'!!! :o)

March 14, 2013 at 7:04 PM

Good little piece, Gail. :o)

March 14, 2013 at 10:18 PM

Loved this slice of life and nostalgia. Another good one!

=)

March 15, 2013 at 11:17 AM

Ah. The purity and the pain of memory. This was so well done!!!

March 15, 2013 at 5:58 PM

Oh this was a fun twirl! :-)

March 15, 2013 at 6:19 PM

Enjoyable, such fun and then gone. Its wonderful how you capture an instance that you will always retain.

April 8, 2013 at 3:15 PM