Out on the Ballroom Floor

Back in September of last year, I wrote the following poem about ballroom dancing. In the comments for my first year of Kikolani post, I realized there are still a lot of readers that were here when I used to write poetry. So I decided to bring back this piece of writing with a little something extra.

Why don’t you take me
Out on the ballroom floor
And dance with me
Holding my body close
As we whisk, twirl and spin
Give no regards to footing
Or making the proper moves
For on this night, there are
No technicalities or faults
Forget anyone else is around
Romance me out there
Because when we dance
I feel as if we are flying
Soaring gracefully as eagles
Love lifting us up high
When secure in your arms
You are my prince, and I
Your princess, your Cinderella
Let us have a fairytale waltz
Making this moment magical
Where we can embrace
An eternity in the duration
Of a single romantic song
As we glide, hand in hand
And forever, heart to heart

So what is the little extra? I finally had the opportunity to do my first dance performance at a showcase last week. Here is video of my husband and I doing a fun Viennese Waltz. It was a lot of fun, from the super nervous heart racing while I stepped out onto the floor, to the excitement of hearing the crowd while we performed our routine. Hope you enjoy!


View our Viennese Waltz in HD on Youtube.

Waking

What a wonderful feeling
Waking up in yours arms
I pretended to stay asleep
Just so I could enjoy the
Warmth and the comfort
Of being in that moment
With you, which is a place
I have wanted to be for
So long, and I hope to be
Every morning and night
Always, right by your side

Thief

I welcomed you
Handsome stranger
Into my world
Blithely I let you
Play the role of thief
Stealing my heart
Giving resistance only
To heighten your pleasures
You know fully well
My treasures are
Yours to plunder
Whenever it pleases you
I give my submission
To you as my master
Quench your thirst
With my sweet wine
Fill the hunger
In your soul
With all my love

The Perfect Wedding Dress

Last night, I dreamt about my upcoming nuptials. Typically, my dreams are about being at a wedding, but I do not think I have ever been the bride before now.

I was wearing the perfect dress: a strapless ballgown with soft, silky embroidery. The bottom was poofy, but not obnoxiously so. The wedding itself was outdoors, in a beautiful but maze-like garden. It was a bit strange in the sense that everyone was having to walk in a line towards the area where the minister was. I was somewhere in the middle of the line, and my groom to be was already up front. Maybe it was my dream’s compensation for the nervousness that I might feel when walking down the aisle.

Probably the oddest, but funniest part, was that I saw someone ahead of me in line that I have not seen in years, and I told them to google “kikolani” to find my blog. I guess that is a sign that I have been a big blog crazy recently, as someone told me on Twitter the other day.

All and all, I woke up in a nice, romantic mood, which is a great way to start the day. Especially when waking up next to the wonderful man who will be the groom in my real-life, dream come true wedding next year.

How Would I

Tonight I lie awake and wonder
If our love was torn asunder
How would I ever make it on my own
Because all I ever want to see
For the future is visions of you and me
Without those I would have no where to go
So I curl up close to hold you tight
Keeping you warm throughout the night
Never wanting to let you go again