He called himself Jesse James
I said I was Belle Star
His leather vest and old fashioned tie
Didn't tell me differently
We waltzed
My feet never touched the floor
His eyes never left my face
He said I danced beautifully for an outlaw
He swore I must be royalty
As he swept me around the floor
No backwoods girl
Could dance so well
We never returned to our tables
Dance after dance
We were lost in the music
And in each others arms
The night ended
Much to our regret
The gentleman bowed
And I curtsied
We parted
Jesse and I
Never to know real names
Always remembering the music
For Poetry Jam Poetry of Dance and sharing with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.
28 comments:
Poor Belle--at least she had the dance to remember.
Nicely done, Gail!
I have had similar experiences in the distant past, thought I really connected with someone while doing 'the dance,' but then at the end of the evening, that is all there was...and though it was sad at that time, it was all part of the dance of life. And....no regrets. But know that your poem resonated, captured something.....
My dates never even got that far.
smiles....the night i met my wife i told her my name was roman...haha...oy the mystery would be a bit much for me...but that dance def can get you caught up in the moment...
Memories . . . of a great night . . . dance.
Not everyone dances with Jesse James, great poem and i look that romantic mystery, a night to remember. Love it.
I felt the floating in this. Nice.
That was Soul-dancing...very creative piece.Lovely...
I feel that spring is in the air
When poets write with such a flair
They speak of love they never knew
Like a thief at night away he flew
What a blessing not a pox
You'll avoid washing his dirty sox
Oh I like this and I am smiling at Alex's comment:) B
this is really COOL! love it... i can see them dancing in my head....
You surely do have a way with words, Gail!
Love it... You can really connect with someone when you dance
You have described a perfect night! Lots of flirting, dancing, enjoyment of company. I love the feeling here.
Reminds me of a fairy tale... sounds like a dreamy night.
Always loved the name Jesse James, great dancing, Francine.
So pretty and such nice descriptive words.
Very imaginative and well done!
What a lovely memory to treasure! This was written so well that I suspect you might have a special memory or two of your own from the past! :-)
What a memorable evening--and conveyed so well here. A charmer on the dance floor--perhaps you had him at his best and the rest would have been a disappointment! LOL
I love it! I can just see them dancing... and never communicating who they really were.
This is just wonderful!
I guess if I were to have written it it would have involved a lot of alcohol. It was only way that I (thought) I could dance.
Awww, two lost souls on the dance floor to never meet again. Sigh!
Great job!
Have a blessed evenin' sweetie...tomorrow...shorts...I'm thinkin'!!! :o)
Good little piece, Gail. :o)
Loved this slice of life and nostalgia. Another good one!
=)
Ah. The purity and the pain of memory. This was so well done!!!
Oh this was a fun twirl! :-)
Enjoyable, such fun and then gone. Its wonderful how you capture an instance that you will always retain.
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