I see you first.

 

The fiddler plays.

The dance begins.

 

We approach warily.

Not quite in sync, yet.

Sizing each other up first.

 

Determining the tempo of our feet.

The cadence we will take.

What will be the resolution of our caper?

The modulation we will make?

 

Even before we engage,

My heart’s relentless rhythm,

Already pounding incessantly,

Drums its way into my every fibre of my being.

 

In full swing we now go,

Matching each other in staccato,

With every beat and every step.

 

And in the end, where do we stand,

Staying apart, coming together, and drawing apart again,

 

In this inexorable dance of life?

 

© 2017 S Phua