When I Dance With You…

When I dance with you,
the world stops as air crinkles
against the backdrop of
our motions intertwining
in space, weightless as
our movement may be,
effortless as our wonder
exhale who we are
into the atmosphere,
“Release me.” you ask me with
your eyes, and I obey,
a gentle push to let you
freewheel next to me.

You are crazy.
I’m smitten.

You are a tiny rose bud
rolling with the world,
resonating a kind of
confidence that makes
me think that you will
dance far away someday.

I’m hopeless, marveling
at the rhythm that you
create.