Like a suitor
I charm the word,
not just any word
but the right word,
the one ready in waiting
to dance skillfully
so not to step on toes
All charm aside,
old fears integrated,
I feel life's rhythm
come crawl my way, leading
me onto the dance floor
scrawling with
delight
I see the way it is, clearly,
yet cannot tell the suitor
from the one pursued
so how dare I ask
who
woos
whom
