Lovers Dance

Hip to hip, his hand pressed,
In the small of my back.
Van Morrison is playing,
My classic little dress is black.

Van's voice is pouring into,
My soul like honey smooth and sweet.
The golden nectar flows,
From my head down to my feet.

Ambrosia, this precious gold,
Bleeds into my man.
Swaying, leaning, pressing,
Blending so that we are Van.

Flesh melting together,
Our feet dance in sync.
Blended bodies bend and bow,
Like there was no earth beneath.

Music, like long lost lovers,
Together they belong.
Cling to one and then the other,
Their dance is their love song.