Step
Turn
Dip, spin
Feet together
You move, I follow
I twist, you mirror
Face to face
Never look away
Shall we dance? Are we already?
Do we ever stop?
Dance
It's an apt word, though ill never admit it out loud
You would take it as a compliment
Can't have that.
But it is a dance
Every step choreographed
Just for us
You know how it will end
You've danced this dance before
With others
Before me
Am I as good as them?
Am I better?
You are even providing the music
Words flowing like song
Setting the rhythm with every Syllable
Talking me through the movements
I was surprised to learn you were a poet
and yet
I wasn't.
Surprised you were a bad one perhaps?
When here I am
listening to your words
soft
sure
harsh
loving
With every girl you speak of you use a different tone of voice
do you know you do that?
How many years have passed since the moments you're recounting
you still remember
How they looked
How you felt
How they danced.
You took the time to remember
And now you're telling me
putting those moments into words
Perfect words
Perfectly chosen
So clear I can almost see them
Almost feel them
That scares me
Another thing I can never admit out loud
That why I keep hitting back
With fists
With wit
(as best as I'm able at least)
I was never that good with words
Never so eloquent.
I wish I could hear one of your poems
see for myself what they were like
If they were truly that bad
I doubt you kept any
Pity
Perhaps your fault in life was trying to be joyful
Trying to focus on the kinder things
Your talent is in tragedy
Pain and death
In the fight
You know how they feel
Know this dance
Know me
Better than I would like
Spin
Turn
Step together
Let's dance