We danced
on the precipice of love.
Hands clasped,
elbows linked,
twirling and laughing
as the music filled our lungs.
Feet
stepping in
and out,
hopping to the rhythm,
tapping to the music around us
and the beating of our hearts within.

We danced
on the precipice of love.
A finely tuned balancing act
of half-extended invitations
and half-remembered promises.

We danced,
our feet searching for purchase
among the loose earth.

We danced
and held our breath,
waiting for the fall.
Waiting for the tumble,
the scrapes and bruises,
the part where nothing else matters
except your eyes and your heart
and mine.

We danced.
And I slipped.
   (You did too.)