Flying

The first of a 3 poem series: Flying, Falling, Free

I wasn't sure.

I wanted to

But I was shy.

Finally, I did it.

I asked.

You were unsure too.

"You felt obliged" you said

"To say yes.

Because when a girl asks a guy something

He can't say no."

The first practice,

You whined

Through smiling lips.

You rolled your laughing eyes.

You tried to pretend

You weren't having fun

But you didn't try very hard.

You enjoyed yourself

And we both knew it

The second practice.

You remembered from the first.

You were more confident.

You teased me.

So I made funny frowns at you.

And you spent the whole practice

Trying to make me smile.

Tickling me

And making funny faces

Until I finally gave in

Smiling at your efforts

To bring me back to you.

The third practice.

You're nolonger so uncomfortable.

I tease you.

And you frown at me this time.

I make puppy eyes

And beg you to talk to me again.

You turn away, smiling.

Then you turn around

And smile straight at me.

The dance.

Your hands on my waist

At first unsure

But now comfortable.

I have to count to get it right

And you laugh

To see me mouthing 4, 5, 6,

Your hands hold mine.

A familiar touch.

Our palms cover eachother's smiles.

I lean back.

I trust you and you hold me.

You spin me around

And pull a cheesy valentine

Out of your back pocket.

You give it to me.

My cheeks hurt from smiling.

We do a small waltz.

I don't look at my feet

Like every other time.

I am looking right at you

Knowing your smile is mine

And mine belongs to you.

I begin to walk away.

I feel your hand on my arm.

It slides down my wrist

Til we're hand in hand.

You pull me toward you.

I spin into you.

You dip me.

In a moment

I remember what you said

Before we performed.

"Trust me on the dip

And we'll be fine.

I promise I won't drop you.

Just trust me."

And I do.