The Night of Dance

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.