Slow Dance In Haiku

Circle of friends dance.
Stare at her from across, like
A birdwatcher who

Is captivated
By a glorious eagle.
Should I? Should I not?

Slow song comes on. Heart
Jumps like a little girl skipping
Rope. Now or never.

Step toward her. Step.
Step. She steps forward too. Step.
She looks expectant.

Close my eyes and pray.
I open my mouth and my heart
Jumps, whether there are

Feathers or concrete
Below I know not. Do you
Want to dance with me?

Yes. Yes, I would. My
Heart looks like a candidate's
Headquarters on the

Election night he won.
My hands are pulled, almost like
Magnetism, toward

Her waist. Place them on
Gingerly. Her hands on my
Shoulders. Sway slowly

To the music. We
Edge closer, my hands touch each
Other on her back.

Pressed together.
I feel her hair on my cheek.
We are one, and I

Love it. No one else
Is there, just us. Twirl me, she
Asks. Spin her under

My hand. Pull her back
In close. You know, I've been kind
Of into you for

A while, she says. I
Feel euphoric. Then the song
Is over too quick.