Wild Laughter

  

He dances wildly arms flailing: free. The lights flash and spin as he pirouettes and leaps. He lands with a thud on the floor catching his toe on someone else's shoe. Both tumble creating a new dance: laughter.

Our Dance

 
We danced. It was simple and uncomplicated. I put my head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. Antony was playing. We were in love.

We still are.