A surrender
is no surrender,
a truce then?
a meeting between
them,
a passing of messages
lighter
than air.

when you're there you
will know,
it's not someplace you go,
but rather
someone
that you've always been.

he skips across the dance floor
like Astaire,
she
moves like Rodgers and suddenly
you're there

passing messages
pressing lips
and time slips
slowly away.