To Dance, To Love

They’d spied each other across the dance floor, but were not yet able to meet. At each turn, a new person would ask to dance, and they would happily oblige them.

A step and a turn, touch wrists, another step and a spin.

Closer now, and yet so far away. Their eyes strayed from their current partners to each other, quickly calculating how many more partners they’d have to endure until they could dance together. It wouldn’t be long; just one more time.

A step and a turn, touch wrists, another step and a spin.

Finally! They were together and each smiled grandly. His brown eyes held her dark-blue gaze. His strong arms held her gently, yet possessively. There would be no more exchanging of partners. If there was any objection, they didn’t know it, nor did they care. This was their dance now.

A step and a turn, touch wrists, another step and a spin.

An errant breeze blew, playing with his curly, dark-brown hair and her strawberry-blond tresses. The night settled in and the stars twinkled merrily with the moon adding his light to the festivites. The music faded, the dance ending too soon. He lifted her hand to kiss the palm, then excused himself. He returned in mere moments and the music started. He’d requested the same dance again. She laughed, and so did he, as they began to move.

A step and a turn, touch wrists, another step and a spin.

Neither one noticed they now danced alone. Neither one noticed the knowing smiles on the faces of those who watched them. They heard nothing but the music, saw nothing but each other, felt nothing but the shared beating of their hearts. They were in love and knew it and they didn’t bother to hide it.