Step one two three and turn one two three and
dip then sway and—pause—and step one two three
as rain’s rhythm guides us your graceful hand
a lily in mine drops landing softly
soaking your midnight hair blessing your face
saturating our robes nature’s baptism
and step one two three as our feet retrace
our symbolic lovemaking fierce prism
of our eyes devouring hues and essence
of water caressing us and step one
two three and turn throughout sacred presence
of our caress—pause—dancers who’ve begun
fate’s impromptu performance and one two
three lightning flashing as we turn one two…
Roger Armbrust
February 7,
2013
