wallflowers

we begin this dance slowly.
in a large group of people...
making the phermonal excitement hard to interpret.

in time the sources of lust, love and the imagination in-between show themselves.

and then we fantasize...
wondering if the other is wondering.
hoping that this is not yet another idealistic notion that we have created inside of our heads.

sometimes we grow bolder.
making side steps that are minimal and unclear at best.
they come out of rhythm...
jagged and unsure.

so really you just end up with a bunch of dancers without partners.
merely trying to embrace the beat.

we call on dances we used to do.
remembering old dance partners.

longing for the beauties of not dancing alone...
but scared of being pushed up against the wall again.
and then taking root.

blooming there...
where no one notices.

and then before we know it.
the song is over.

and we have to start all over again.