Step by Step

We’re breast to breast,
heart to heart,
cheek to cheek,
there spinning
on the dance
floor.

We’re toe to toe,
soul to soul,
heart to heat,
and I’m sweating,
but why
am I
so
cold?

…and the fever grows.

I think we both know
that this dance must go
just a little longer.

Like the thorned-rose,
hooked fast and holding,
if the steps are wrong,

the dance will tear us apart.

The blood flows
and becomes

…a little colder.

© CG Tenpenny, 2021.

A poem extracted from a song I’m presently writing.