Crimson And Clover.

Somewhere during the evening,
They would start this song,
And the floor would be filled,
Elbow to elbow, just about,
And as you held her,
Her head on your shoulder,
Your face buried in her hair,
You were alone,
Together,
In your own private world,
Dancing,
Feet barely moving,
Your legs against her legs,
You trying not to hit her feet with yours,
Your hand at the small of her back,
Gently pulling her close,
And you could smell her perfume..
And she seemed to snuggle her head
Further into your neck,
And you were so happy,
You were where you wanted to be
At that momemt,
And that made it wonderful.
Now,
Decades later,
I can listen to this song again,
And I can go back,
And I can feel the swaying,
I can relive those few, too few,
Innocent moments-
And I can almost smell her perfume.

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