The trouble with this dance

You came into my life rather unexpectedly. I wasn't looking to meet you. I was perfectly fine just doing me. But then you had to come waltzing in like some aficionado of sorts, with your demeanor - calm, cool, collected; who danced over and whisked me away. You caught me off guard. And I was lost from the beginning.

Now here we are in this undecided tango with unplanned, discombobulated steps. The trouble with accepting your hand for this dance is I'm already lost in the moment and I don't know if it's real or if it's nothing but. Maybe we'll dance to remember. Maybe we'll dance to forget. Maybe this dance is just our bodies tangled in a moment of weakness, human desire - a need for something, a longing for more; the start of something new. Maybe we're not supposed to know what comes next. Maybe reality is the pleasure will be gone as quickly as it came.

The trouble with this dance is I'm clumsy. I can try to perfect the steps but I will always be off a beat. Sometimes I'm self conscious with my stumbles, shaken and uncertain. Even in confidence my strides are translucent, deceptively seductive to mask the chaos that precedes. This is why I dance to forget.

Because if I dance to remember, all of these beautiful moments that happened at the right time, in the right place, with the right person won't be a figment of my imagination anymore. And if I start to believe in something extraordinary, I'm only going to want to dance away the night. And I'm terribly sorry, but I just can't break another leg.