She Made Me Dance

Narrative poetry on A Little Night Music

I got to the party and I saw a crowded room, bodies that swayed, souls that communed.

They were dancing.

Legs that moved, someone’s head resting on someone’s shoulder, music that blasted through the night.

I walked around, pretending not to care. I walked around, looking for her.

Then, sitting in a corner, there she was.

She smiled, she stood up, she came to me.

“I want to dance,” she said. “Don’t be a party downer…”

How could I say no?

She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to the center of it all.

That’s the moment they chose for a slow tune. That’s the moment she turned and said we should show them how it’s done.

We danced we kissed and we left the party behind.

She’s now on my bed sleeping past her time. And even though sunrise is on full display, I can still hear last night’s music bouncing in my head.

This story is a response to Prism & Pen’s writing prompt A Little Night Music.