their first dance
was the last
time she twirled
her floral skirt
above her knees
the last time her lips
touched another pair
the first time
she wanted to
hold close the scent
of lavender, musk
and the loose cigar
that lined his pocket
the first time she ever knew love
or the reason it felt perfect
to have a hand guide the small
of her back along to the
rhythm the live piano
filling the great ceramic-
tiled hall
their first dance
was the last time
she danced
at a ball
and the last time
she looked for
another man at all
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