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.