Darling, we have perfected the art
of dancing around what is important.
I take step forward, a little off balance,
as I begin to twirl, you take a step,
one and two, a hand in mine,
the other at my nape.
We dance, oh so gracefully,
tip-toeing around the glass vase.
Words rest at the tip of your tongue,
just beneath your resplendent smile,
mine takes more of a liking to hide
behind the twinkle of my eyes.
Darling, we perfected the art
of dancing around what is vital.
The salient points muddled
when the waltz turned into the tango
and the tango to freestyle.