Secret acts of friendship happen quietly under water like pretty fish kissing. She makes coffee. The Dance They float in liquid grace but do not know the steps. And every time they become entwined he prefers to stay that way. He likes the knees that nudge, the toes that touch, the mistakes that evoke her pretty apologetic smile, and a reason to return to a simpler, closer step.
Form gives way to feeling.
The Dance gives way to the soft sculptural fit of the woman in his arms. All Rights Reserved. Printed By Permission. To comment on poetry, go to our public, on-line discussion forum. Individual Copyrights are the responsibility of the poet.