?innocents

I like photograrhs where we dance

the faces are hidden
photographs taken before
the winter chill came
no wrinkles seen 
nor doubts
lots of coins in our pockets
for the juke box
the dance floor 
a tiny promised land
filled with emotions
I will jump over the fence of time
just to reach you
that will be our new game
you will be my flame
and my queen within the frame
they are only photographs
they can't tell
if we are actually dancing 
or posing as dancers.