The harvest moon’s glow is their spotlight.

Streetlights fizzle around them

As black glitters into gold.

Their shadows slow dance on pavement.

Holding her tightly,

Their bodies are one

Lulling back and forth

To Sinatra’s sweet whisperings.

The street is their ballroom.

She rests her head in the crook of his neck

Taking in his entire being.

Wrapped tightly in his arms,

She is aware of his tender hold

On her heart.

In the depths of autumn

She is blissfully his

As he gently twirls her with a smile.

They continue to sway

Even as the moon burns out.

Side to side,

Their feet sweep the street

Embraced by enchanted darkness

That now surrounds them.

The world slolwy dims

But the dance carries on.