The Dance

Part III

I ran my fingertips on your black suit

Then graciously glided across the dance floor with fortitude

Swallowing the fear of failing

 I leaped, twist, slide, glide and made a double turn with my hand flinging

I tried to stop twirling

But I was miserably failing

Prepared myself in falling

But in my peripheral vision, I saw you coming

Still with grace, you glided towards me

Just as I was falling

You caught and dipped me

Whispering, you said "don't be afraid of failing"

Our nose touched

Breathing mixed and matched

Your lips twisted into a mischievous smile

Without warning, you pulled me up and we danced perfectly fine

Your arm held my small waist

The other hand engulfing my hand

With the close proximity of our bodies

We wonderfully danced on the dance floor hand in hand

The crowd was roaring

Applauses were overwhelming

My eyes were twinkling

A genuine smile was spreading