Evening Gown

They danced,
her blue hair sweeping past the windows,
his mind tied up with the footwork,
a hand balanced on her bare back,
fingers, absorbing satin skin,
perched on the delicate, polished
pearls of her spine.

Each minute
held tightly their hands,
tied with careful concentration
and bashful smiles. The sand
spilled and whirled beneath their feet,

While music,
softened with ebbing foam,
floated warm and soft
through cracks in the evening,
guided by the north winds
and the heron's wings.

The lights
splashed and rippled in their eyes,
a mirror of the skyline
keeping watch across the bay,
each fluorescent window humming
in tune with the whispering reeds
and the low, soothing voice of a cello
played beneath a growing moon.