Tit for tat,
And one, two, three, four…,
We’re dancing without touching,
And as the dance progresses
The tension mounts,
A waltz or a tango
It’s all the same
Who is leading
Is an illusion,
When really it all
pulls from the hips,
I move, you move
We move,
And we’re dancing across the floor,
We’re weightless
And effortless,
Never wanting this moment to halt,
Then the music stops,
Tis just a delay,
To the dance that will never end
The Neverending Dance
She of Letters 