Dancing
The first dance we danced
Our bodies were at the mercy
Of the saxophone player
The second dance, too,
And the third.
We walked back to the table
Hand in hand,
Our silence seemingly
forever.
Not knowing that we were
each
Trying to think the other’s
thoughts.
The next dance,
Near a year later
We held one another
More tenuously.
It was only a wedding DJ
And a hackneyed song.
I did look deep into your
eyes then
And didn’t forget what I
saw.
I tracked you down, invited
you
For an intentional dance
We did, and finished the
night
Dancing in bed.
Love may be a dance,
Holding one another in tight
rhythm,
Sometimes wanting to pull
back
But staying in for the ride.
Dancing with the kids
Dancing even when we’re
apart
Dancing under the covers
Dancing toward eternity.
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