The Dance Poem by Deborah Downes

Remember your first dance?
The anticipation and uncertainty
The painstaking preparation of clothes and coif
Wanting to stand-out but afraid of rejection
Hoping your favorite song might be played
Praying that your secret love will dance with you.

And when all these desires have been fulfilled
The first touch of hand on hand is electric
Body pressed on body, rocking to music that is more felt than heard
With every sense inflamed and longing
But then the spell breaks with the last note, leaving each wanting more
Your first dance has ended, but the dance of youth has just begun.