The Waltz

The dew settles
on your shoulders
and the sun
kisses your brow
gently you move
brown leaves crunching
under your feet
music playing
in your head
the rhythm takes over
eyes closed
soft breath
the beauty
of the forest
a smile
sway
the intimacy
her lips
the touch
of her cheek
against yours
hands intertwined
the music
reaches a crescendo
and then
the ensuing silence
fled
who did you dance with
love
death
both
or was it all
a dream