sawdust on the floor...

she sees him from across the room...he saw her first....she feels a panic in her tummy as she notes he is coming toward her...the lights are dim, the music soft and the room warm with a breeze blowing soft through the windows...she smells his cologne as he draws near and watches his face as a smile lights his eyes...he says nothing to her, just gently takes her hand and pulls her to her feet...he places his hand on her waist and begins to sway to the music, guiding her to the center of the dance floor...she takes an easy breath and lays her head upon his chest and dances the night away...sawdust on the floor...nothin to prove, nothin to say...no need to speak...just two souls moving to the music...