Your eyes say
Take my hand.
Your smile says
Trust me.
And the offered hand?
I dare you.
My fingers brush your palm
and I’m pulled to my feet and spun
around the kitchen
and your tilted grin
makes my stiff steps
awkward spins
and uncertainty
melt away
Then…
There is only
your hand in mine
your head on my shoulder
your lips on my neck
our steps slowly circling
round and round the kitchen
as my eyes close
and I promise
my dancing will get better
