Snowy Dance


by Ashvin Mistry

I felt her snowy hair brush about my grizzly face, 
as the DJ  spun an 8 track to dictate the throbbing base.

Guiding her through lifts and twirls then held in a tight embrace, 
she held her breath, her heart, her pose, 
for just one more moment of grace.

That pause between the beats, 
is where I want to be. 
Her not knowing, coyly yearning,
waiting for a glance from me.