Waltz

Could the band slow the song to a waltz?
Arrange it, if you will, the beating,
to a pacified pace to accompany our thoughts.
Rearrange the choreography
from the steps used to pave a defined territory,
and reduce a dance to a walk.

Could footsteps clatter more romantically in a waltz?
Could it be affectionate
if our passionate manoeuvres were just a wheel of an artifice,
spinning you and I inevitably toward a scripted kiss?
The waltz might swipe away our feet
for that be the design of dance;
enchant, enhance, end and repeat.

We would better ourselves if we chose to walk,
but tonight, I’d prefer if we moved in a waltz.

By JPV

Copyright March 2006