Slow Dancing at a Writers Festival

We danced in the foyer

between lines of fans

of verbose ego driven authors

who only recently played

pretentious literary gymnastics

in the same room

now jazz filled the space

svelte sultry vocal tones

smoothed the pulsing bass

you pulled me closer

slow dancing

cheek to cheek

laughing

creating our own scene

we twirled into the night

leaving lines of struggling writers

littering the floor.

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5 thoughts on “Slow Dancing at a Writers Festival

  1. Oh, how I identified with this brilliantly evocative poem. It transported me back to similar brief encounters at conferences for the easily captivated. Enjoyed it! Thanks for sharing, James.

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