You said you wrote about dancing
And I think that’s a lovely sentiment
To note those moments where you lose yourself to someone else or the freedom found within the movement
The steps one after another
Or the careless foot placement
Carefree nonetheless
Sometimes we dance in circles or boxes and other times in lines,
But you and I danced in between them.
We danced and danced around it until we couldn’t any longer
Dizzy from the weakness in the knees
And the heartbeats that grew stronger
The thoughts that wouldn’t fade
And assumptions we each made
Without ever having spoken,
We danced and danced again,
And now maybe when you’re free sometime,
We’ll dance,
But differently than we did then.
There are some things you’ll need to know,
And this is your fair warning,
I was born with two left feet
And without a bit of grace
But I will happily follow any lead you take and dance along the lines that you might trace
Because I’d rather stumble, stammer, and trip with you than dance all on my own
(Unless I’m drunk and a Sinatra record’s on, because then I’m prone to dance alone)
But without further exception I’d be honored to Swing or step
Or to attempt any number of dances you haven’t shown me yet