Dancing on the Brink of Love

Cautious steps

Watching the toes

As we turn and move slowly

To the hint of music


We can’t quite hear

As we learn and adjust

To the moves of the other

Starting to flow

A little

As some of the steps become familiar

And the volume of the music rises

Still unsure

Not quite smooth

Far from Fred and Ginger

But moving together


Not far from joy

And even now filled

With the warm glow

Of dancing on the brink of love



09:35 AM

Saturday morning

Delray Beach, FL

It’s not home