One last quirky dance

       A soft whisper caresses the evening just as I begin
to close my eyes. Oh so much is formed. So much is taunt.
Tiny bumps just roll over the softest of white.

      Silently I give the widest of smirks. Hiding the words
here in plain sight. Oh a little quirky moment flares up.
A sigh escapes as the heart beats faster.

      Indeed the race, the excitement of twirling outside
one last time. A dare to myself. One bit of happy silliness
to give thanksgiving to Jehovah.

      So fun I am tonight. A bit of laughter just echoes
from deep within. Catching light upon a thought. Another
story, another day.

      Intrigued? Yes you may inquire. Haha I snicker over
the sighs and fall back into my colorful chair. The last
dance until the morning light, I will do.

     So here, my dear friend, enjoy that sight. White. Red.
Swirling in the darkened night. Ever graceless but pure
joy. Ah just as the thought. Hmm.

      Giving one more giggle before the tickles erupt.
Funny how the layers unfold and the warmth pulls.
A softness that echoes, vibrates.

     Listen. Feel the coolness?