Give me love
Just a little,
Till you know
I won’t loose it,
Take your time
While you muse,
Shall we dance…
Tell me when,
Be your feeling
To declare,
That you care,
In the interim
Shall we dance…
I’ll be there,
If you choose,
To embrace,
We can share
What you feel,
For the while
Shall we dance…
When propitious
For love’s season,
Be fates chance
Held be reason,
Love means stay
Beyond grey,
Take my love
For we shall dance!
Poetry on a canapé 
this poem reminds me of Leonard Cohen. A compliment
Not a compliment on which I would turn my back, Leonard an excellent poet, and one of the first two anglo poets, the other being Irving Layton who published English poems in Quebec. They had their poems printed in little books and he and Layton sold them door to door in Montreal.
I love his poems, especially, “Dance me to the end of love”. Thank you for that. Jean-Jacques
Poetry is a great way to start the day. Lovely.
I agree that poetry is a great way, and as you can see, how could I not! Thank you for saying so, Beth Byrnes, and nice to hear from you. JJ
I see Fred & Ginger. I see dancing and romancing, the reach & withdraw and innuendo, all so lovely. And, as a simple aside, to be compared to Leonard Cohen is the highest of compliments, a brilliant talent. Such is yours.
Thank you for that Paulette, though that is a high bar to live up to. You are all too kind to offer such compliments. However it is indeed like encouragement that keeps one writing, as you well know, my dear friend. Jean-Jacques