Can You Dance With Me

Can you dance with me? Can you match me step for step? Are our souls in sync, Our bodies a natural fit? Does the music playing harmonize our soul movements? The precarious titillation of those first steps. Matching skill for skill, looking earnestly for grace. Counting the beat, listening for the inner rhythm so necessary to the development of the dance. Should I stumble, can you turn a misstep into a newfound movement? When you artlessly spin me a bit too hard, can I capture the force and turn it back again? Can we play this through, with grace and laughter, tears and awkward bumbling? All these questions before the first step is taken. Perhaps the dance begins before the dancers take the floor.