We dance

And we dance from
the warmth of her eyes – that
warmth we feel (you know
the one, it delights in
surprising us

when we’re too cold to
laugh) as that smile we
see (you know the
one, it speaks silently
in secret to us

when the world passes too close)
pulls us close with a
tug, shelter and
home in one.


© Phillip Scott, 2019. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 12 years and 5-year-old son. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now! https://amzn.to/3oVCG77

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