Once upon a ballroom
they noticed one another
in furtive glance of boy and girl
“May I have this dance?” he asked
permission to step into her
space and take her hand
She followed him out
circled her hips
swiveled and he smiled.
He knew there’d be more ands
to the eight count and the turns
East had met West, Mars wooed Venus
but she was a cautious goddess
He eased into rhythm while
she tried to study her feet
They triple-stepped to Bobby Darin’s
Sunday in New York where she was from
Who knew eight months would bring
them back to that room in tux and satin ivory
to laugh and Sugar Push and spin?
For better or for worse.
Though she never did get the Shag and Balboa
now he, he says she made him ambitious
Over the years He learned
to stand tall, say No
She’s come around, to say Yes
And still he does not ask for much.
If he listens he’ll make out her
Thank You in the prosaic
music of the day-to-day
loved off key
shouted for a different song
They’ve forgotten steps but the moment
she asks he will jump
to dance again.