We danced around the eggshells
That kept us from caressing,
Words.

Chairs and tables,
Mattresses,
Manuevered in between.

The past a chaperone,
The future: windows fogged;
The moments passing lost
In words

And in this awkward dance.

Ungainly creatures
Preening, primping,
Well askance,

Until
The moments blossomed into present,
Became an urgent current
Finally sweeping us away.

by soccerfreaks (Joe)