Dream Dancing

She imagined him sometimes,
the laugh he shared,
reminding her his life was hers,
that she mattered
to him.

Her closed eyes summoned him,
his hand to her cheek,
his gaze holding her in an embrace
for an extra moment
with love.

Her body surrendered to the illusion,
her feet moving to silent music,
her skin warming to passion's promise
as he whispered to her
and danced.

©December 2022
Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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