followed by a surge of conviction.
Her dress,
flowing free like a whirlwind.
You take one step back,
and in the next entwine.
You push her away,
yet she returns.
Their steps part,
only to converge again.
She draws near, back turned,
and rests her hand upon your neck.
Another step,
becoming a pause in itself.
She lifts her leg toward the sky,
you steady the other
to raise her;
her whole body.
Now she floats;
you spin her in the clouds
and lay her back
on the ground.
She takes several steps,
looks for you,
pushes you away,
and lets herself fall backward.
Trust your response,
and your counter-response.
You give her a push.
She goes but returns.
And you hold each other’s hands
to take up the dance,
now as one.