The Dance

Here I am on my knees

and I see

Your hand reaching out to me,

Asking me to dance.

Will I dance?

 

I see the love

burning in your eyes,

And I cannot escape

Tenderly you grasp

my hand

So close, we are one.

Your passion carries me,

Moves me,

Whirling, turning,

Floating.

 

You set me free,

Spinning, twirling.

I dance for you.

And I smile that

self-assured grin.

Tripping, falling,

The steps once so graceful

Now forgotten.

On my knees,

Your hand reaches me.

Will I dance?

 

Whirling Turning

Floating

Spinning Twirling

Tripping Reaching

Floating

 

This is the dance.