Pas de Deux: poem

By: Marilyn McVicker

 

 

I dance in circles.
My feet pirouette to
the ¾-beat of a waltz.
Slow, my arms ballet an arc.
Flow right, two, three,
left, two, three.
My hair brushes my shoulders,
skirt caresses my thighs.

 

You dance with me,
your black velvet coat at my fingertips.
We weave through the room,
sway together,
your brown eyes gaze into my blue.
Breathing together,
the crescendo rises
in unison,
blend of woman and dog,
connection beyond species,
pas de deux,
canine and she wolf.