"I don't dance,"
he says
as he leads her onto the floor
and steps off with the music:

joke, two, three,
laugh, two, three,
talk, two, three,
lull...

and
charm, two, three,
impress, two, three,
spin, two, three,
wait...

and

glance, two, three,
touch, two, three,
brush, two, three,
pause...

and

gaze, two, three,
reach, two, three,
kiss, two, three,

kiss, two, three,
kiss, two, three,
breathe...

and she thinks to herself
what a monumental liar he is;

this man
is definitely
a dancer.

04/26/2007