"Dance with me?"
The question was apparent but only
in the anticipation of his extended hand. I hesitated.
"I don't know how," the confused excitement
in my eyes seemed to say. He persisted.
"I'll show you ."
Slowly I brought my hand to meet his
and felt a tingle in my fingernails. He elevated
me and we moved to the dance floor,
the sole performers for the evening, my nerves agitated.
"Come closer."
I misunderstood and stepped
on his toes, making him jump. I was mortified.
He covered up for my faux pas,
quickly aligning himself to my misguided efforts, chivalry personified.
"What if I can't?"
"You can. Trust me,
I'll teach you." He tried
to calm my nerves. "What if I step on your toes again?"
"I'll not wince once, they are yours to tread." I was mystified.
"What if I can't hold on?"
"I'll pull the weight, for both of us,"
his voice was steady, his gaze keen. I was assured,
somewhat. "What if I hold too tight?"
"I'll remove your fear and hold you closer. You are secured."
"And if I can't keep up?"
"I'll wait for you, so you can adjust
your pace. Do you always ask so many questions?" he smiled.
"I'm nervous. What if I move too fast?"
"I'll catch up, so you are never lonely." A promise filed.
"After the prelude,"
He warned me to get into motion
as he held my hand. On the count of two, we moved.
The pounding in my heart became louder and began to subside
as he led me swiftly across the floor. A good dancer, he proved.
"See, you are doing fine,"
he beamed approvingly at my disjointed routine.
"You are too generous," I blushed as the music box belted
out a lilting tune from long ago. "I mean it, I couldn't
have asked for a nimbler partner." My heart melted.
"There's one thing though,"
he interjected my wafting thoughts. The glint in his eye
should have alerted me but I breathed
so rapidly that he steadied me with his arms, while in my heart
a flutter of emotions, dark (and fair), seethed.
"My turn to ask questions,"
he whispered in my ear, his breath warm like a blanket
around my shoulders. "Will you be my partner?... forever?" I sighed,
the flutter was now in my stomach, "hmm... I need some time to think." His face fell.
"But I could answer sooner if you...," I waited for him to look up, "... kiss me." He gladly complied.
Copyright (C) Meeta
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"If you wish to be loved, love."
9 comments:
Very innocent Gurl:)
And I too hope that you find a long lost friend!
Shikha,
Not too innocent, as it turned out, what say?!
Satyam,
I know!! I skipped the introduction and moved straight to the climax! ;-)
And agree with you. Like a wise person once said, the winners don't accept fate, they make it happen.
Hey...there are too many wise men contradicting each other. Follow your instinct and heart. A diffent flavored post this one. Nice.
a beautiful post.
i always say life is not about making choices but it's all about taking chances.
and a well calculated chance, always pays off.
"If you wish to be loved, love."
how true.
you made my morning meeta. i loved your post.
Magpie, thanks. and good to see u back in action!
Harjee, good to see u here. and agree with u. It's only when we shy away from taking a stand that we begin to stagnate. thanks for the encouragement! had never done any poetry before this but i think i'm enjoying it quite a bit. hehe...
Dear....awaiting the next post!
Hey, I hadn't seen this in a while!! How awesome...
Hmm, somehow though I wish I could feel the optimism in the tagline statement!
wherez you lost??Get back??
Shikha,
have been quite tied up. u'll see why in the latest post!
Menagerie,
good to see u here again.
The optimism, my dear, is in the mind, not in the circumstances. Lose the cynic just a bit and the roses will smell sweeter again. :)
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