Swing

Eager anticipation as the big night approaches,

Primping and prinking as for a big ball

The first night out, hair in places, clothes exactly so

This skirt or that, which shoes are perfect, which skirt

will swing and sway with the music?

Arriving, empty room, ballroom floor

with hidden promise, what secrets 

will be whispered in your hidden corners?

What dynamic duos will dance their hearts out

to the music of a past generation, putting their

every feeling into their feet, letting the music

move them, sway them, swing them to the

contagious rhythms played on the now-empty floor?

And then, you arrive, the moment I've been waiting for

all my life, or for twenty minutes.  Our eyes meet,

the unspoken question answered before it is

asked, and you take my hand, you take command

as we swing and sway, twisting and turning

the rhythm inside of us being spoken to the 

audible music, a physical dialogue of bodies

and sound being played out on this

dance floor of our dreams.  

Too soon it ends, the magic, the night, the dance,

The song is over, the dialogue has been

halted, yet the music plays on in my head

as I walk out, swinging and swaying to

this rhythm, swing song, singing songs

of love and life and the music that is

filling my feet, filling my heart, filling

my life.  Next time, the dialogue will be longer.