Prompt: Take a line from one of your poems and make it the title of a new poem (from “I am the Sun” – Day 18)

And Yet, You Can’t Turn Away

You watch him move in slow
circles on the floor, watch the face
of the woman in his arms open wide
to his embrace. She’s no match
for him, you think, with her clunky
shoes and choppy steps, but she gives
herself freely. He will take it all
until the music stops. He turns and walks
your way—eyes inviting, arms promising
comfort. You slide into his elbow fold, inhaling
the scent of midnight visits and tangled sheets
and hollow words and ringless phones—holding on
to each moment as if this dance has no end.

~Pamela L. Taylor © 2013