Gary

I love to dance.
But I was uncomfortable.
I love dancing with him.
But co-ordinations unthinkable.
I stepped on his feet.
Again and Again the same.
I love dancing with Gary.
He held me so close.
I don't love him as this.
But we slow danced away.
And it was so romantic and sweet.
It was awkward at first.
But he taught me how.
To discover my instincts
And move my feet.
One after the other.
In co-ordination and squares.
To slow dance, to square dance.
But he left, We had one night.
He lives in Hastings,
And next time we meet,
I doubt he will remember me.