With clear cool glance and constant eye-contact
We danced insanely long that cool Fall night
Others compared her to a wraith, flickering ghost-like
Through the thicket of the limbs of others, moving
Not unlike the branches of a wind-tossed tree
Where am I in all of this? Working up a sweat as usual
Dancing my soles out, dancing my soul out,
In contact, not an ordinary flirtation
Not that I was free, nor was she
As we danced in the darkening gloom,
Beset by toga-clad revelers
My heart cries, whether unworthy or not
To find someone who will gavotte
Frolicsome, and then forget-me-not....
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