Dancing

(I had started writing a new collection of poetry in 2020, just before COVID hit, to have been titled: "Moving On." I never finished it, and no longer have the desire to. Still, I wrote these and there's no reason not to share them.)

The first time you pulled me into your arms

-in the middle of the restaurant the day we met-

I knew it wouldn't be the last.

I hoped it wouldn't be the last.

We walked into a saloon where I've never been,

and I almost couldn't stand the anticipation.

It was enough of a blessing that you like to dance,

but to like country music too was a miracle.

You held me in your arms again,

and took very seriously the mission

of teaching me how to dance.

When you were finished,

I felt it necessary to show you

what I already knew,

and I almost kissed you then.

Instead, you told me later that you'd like to kiss me,

and I let you,

and never regretted it.