The Dance Of Memories

She dances in her room alone
To the music playing only in her head
In this place of peace and frantic love
A place of softness and womanly touches
That a man would not see in his ready blindness
To turn it into his own den of iniquity and hardness
She sees every touch that she has made
From the soft colors to help her sleep
To the scented candles that bring peace to her mind
A notebook of poems sits on her desk
And her man would be unhappy to see
That his name is not the only masculine one
For her memory goes long and deep
As she dances and remembers her past loves
She smiles a small smile
And opens her eyes to see him standing in the doorway
Watching
She invites him in
Since memory is a beautiful place to visit
But it won’t bring warmth to her sheets or her body
As this man surely will