The old lover
handsome in that rugged way
comes to your table
holds out his hand
and asks you to dance.
You know you can follow
that ancient desire
into his arms
two-step across the scuffed wood floor
intoxicated by a mind-fogging cologne.
But then you remember
how, in his aggressiveness,
he steps on your toes
and flings you across the room.
You recall that jittery discomfort
the excitement hangover the next day,
and the remorse
you slammed into.
So instead you call on the Beloved
smile and decline the offer.
You move into the Comforting Arms
and waltz in the smooth, floating glory
Image by Amalesh Krien
Beautiful, as ever, Lesley. You are so clever with your layers of meaning and at making poetry which is universal. I’m excited to have just received my copy of All in for Love and can’t wait to dive in.xxx
Thank you, Liz. I hope you enjoy the book, and I appreciate you buying it! This poem came to me during a mediation, when I realized I had a choice whether or not to be angry and dance with the old lover, or to stay neutral and in the love. It was wonderful to waltz with the Beloved.
This is such a beautiful poem, maybe one of my favorites yet!! The photo completes the whole literary image!
I’m so happy you enjoyed it, Kelley. It was such a wonderful realization for me, really recognizing I have a choice in every moment. And the photo is by my new beau, and I will pass along your praise.
Men to get there feet stepped on while dancing..
Thank You for a lovely treat.