**Sparkling** — like the bubbles in my fresh champagne.
I float ‘round this glistening room
where crystal chandeliers eloquently droop from the ceiling
like pearlescent rain.
Where each cheval glass flings luminous light across the ballroom.
Spin me ‘round this marble floor and
watch my silk dress swoop in circles.
Pull me in close and feel my heartbeat —
as it syncs with the rhythm of the music.
Put your hand on my back and keep me close to you.
There are many wandering eyes, I see them looking this way.
But I love staying close to your lips so I can hear you whisper
gently in my ear.
And my dear, when I close my eyes
I feel dizzy and delightful.
Oh
I feel like champagne.
