Pas de Deux

As little meaning in this dance

as in the others he had known, with steps

as intricate

as if a fawn, confused, unsure which way

to run, stood almost still

in the headlight’s glare. Until he came,

he smiled. For he could

not see her but as a child.

He was one who swam

oceans for a quest,

while, all the while, she dreamed

of fairy-tale formats, and a kind of stage.

When all was done, he’d undoubtedly leave

for fancies he had not yet seen.

One must, however, grab tight and hold.

Perhaps, next time, he would not be so bold,

and in between, for whatever moments

could be caught, there was much to please.