The Party: The Poem: 'Remember '

Spinning slow

music playing

Strength surrounding

No one near

slowly spinning

low music playing

Strong arm holding

Soft, gentle, perfect

Touching end to end

No space necessary

Seem so familiar

Yet so new

Has it been

This form

That hunts

My Memory

Slowly spinning

Music playing

Arms holding

Gentle

Perfect

Soft

Familiar

The scents

Perfectly blending

Unfamiliar by sight

But the Souls

Remember