Two Left Feet

“I really can’t dance” I said But you insisted on it anyway As I sat with my arms folded Sulking like a child. “I won’t laugh, I promise” you coaxed Your bare feet moving gracefully On the hard oak floor. Graceful as that damn dog you loved so much With the long ears that never could run straight. I grumbled beneath that same breath That moments later you’d take away, Standing before you, watching Your dark locks danced along with you While I remained motionless. My arms jerked forward As your slender cello fingers encompassed my own How i longed mine to be as musical as yours But you never seemed to mind. “Dance with me” you whispered Inching yourself nearer My heart skipping beats my breath became lost Becoming one with your own. Then, it was easy to ignore That we both had two left feet As long as they moved simultaneously