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Click hereYou were teaching me to dance
on a roughly polished floor in a casino bar.
"Just look in my eyes and follow me."
I tried, I did,
but there was all this spinning and dipping...
and your eyes intent on mine...
"Don’t anticipate what I’m going to do next.
Let me lead."
I did it, I did,
and I laughed into your eyes the whole time
you twirled me at will.
And you dipped! I liked the dipping.
You weren’t really teaching me to dance
out on the dark parquet of the casino bar.
I saw you looking at me.
I was looking at you.
I noticed.
You were teaching me to trust
on that roughly polished floor in that casino bar.
"Just look in my eyes and follow me."
I tried, I did,
and there was all this spinning and dipping...
and your eyes subtly guiding...
"Don’t anticipate what I’m going to do next.
Let me lead.”
I did it, I did,
and I laughed into your eyes the whole time
you twirled me at will.
And you dipped! I liked the dipping.
You weren’t really teaching me to dance
out on the dark parquet of the casino bar.
I saw you looking at me.
I was looking at you.
I believed.
...the lesson of learning to trust another is there, but there's such joy in the lesson. I love this line: "I laughed into your eyes the whole time." You made me smile wide this morning - thank you.
LJ, this poem actually made me feel the dance. I felt like I was spinning along with music. Wonderful cadence. A treasure. Thanks.
Surrendering to the lead takes practice -- and it's fun (as long as it ends when you leave the dance floor). :o) ~Imp
This is very nice, LJ; I love the structure and sentiment of the poem. Well done!
Flyguy