I know so much about you,
And yet so little when compared to all I wish to know,
One day.
Small facts, like treasure, I store away in memory.
To be brought out later, when I am alone and held up in the light
To catch the truth hidden within.
We dance, awkward at first, each stepping on each others toes at times.
But then, we find a rhythm in each other, a flow.
With growing confidence we dance,
And meld together, and yet
Each time start anew, each meeting in another dance.
We test the water, cautiously, dipping a toe in gingerly before we dive,
Before we give ourselves to this dance,
