Like a Dance.

I step to the right. You're going left.

With a flick of your finger, you gesture me back.

Slow and tedious, I try not to trample you. Not knowing where you're going.

You shrug your shoulders and offer me the lead.

You smile because I have no idea what I'm doing. But you play along.

A step to the left, one to the right. I slip. You catch my arm.

I laugh. And continue with my mess. You follow like it's the most natural thing ever.

One more round and I submissively give you my hand.

Your black eyes meet mine. And I'm just fine here. Lead me where you will.

You spin me so fast I'm dizzy, testing my resolve. But I'm still clinging to you.

A little closer this time.

You seem suprized that I'm still here.

I trust you, you know this. So you're cautious.

Moving slower, you slow our steps.

This isn't a miss this time.

You would have made a lovely fling.