Move In Time

Love Dance

Comfortably – we pass the time,
testing waters, casting lines.
No attempts are made to hide
the lasting contact of our eyes.

I sense a change in mood as I
feel your hand clasping mine,
laughing as you guide me through
the bustle of the crowded room.

With each turn, each swirl, each sway,
all our troubles fade away.
Eventually the crowd did too,
the band played on for me and you.

Sometimes when I close my eyes
I go back to that very night,
where I am yours and you are mine,
as we both gently move in time.

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Lucas Howard

When I was seven I started copying poems out of a book and telling people they were mine. When I ran out of good ones to copy, I had to start writing my own.

I have been performing and organising nights on the UK spoken word scene now for over seven years and am most of the way through writing the first draft of my first novel ‘Zedlist’, which is serialised on here. As the story is in fetal form, any critiques or suggestions are most welcome.

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