A dance

The dance began

early

during the day

I saw you

we spoke

I wanted you

I asked myself

if you felt the same.

For the first time

or at least

to me it seemed

you approached me

and you spoke

much more

I thought

than you used to

and the hope

that you

might want me, too

grew.

That night

with you in mind

I bathed

put on make up

dressed

then left.

With galloping heart

I arrived at the dance

hoping for

I don’t know what.

I entered

looked for you

but you weren’t there;

my heart fell.

And so

I danced alone

song after song

until the moment

I saw you.

I made my way

across the floor

to you.

I extended my hand

and asked you

to dance.

You said no.

Already taken.

I tried to keep

my chin up

I looked

for someone else

to satisfy me

or at least

my desire to dance.

And dance I did

until I saw you

alone

and I approached you

once again

and this time

yes

you gave me your hand

and I couldn’t contain

my smile.

My heart beat

so hard

I could hear it.

So many songs

we danced

together

that night.

Each dance

we grew closer

such that

between our bodies

a needle could not fit

inch by inch

until just a kiss

divided us

so close were we

that I could imagine you

inside me…

a different dance

another lifetime.