The Inevitable Dance

It takes one point of contact
And the push and pull begins
Into a game beyond us
You and I are drawn in.

I push, you pull
We move together keeping space
As we toy with distance
And the edge of embrace.

Without our own volition,
With laughable ambitions
With the illusion of choice
We play it out with grace.

The tide then turns
As we dance on
And it slips from your grasp
When you think you’ve won.

Just when you accepted
The game is finally done
You’re thrown in again and achingly
The dance goes on.

It’s not your fault or mine,
We merely keep step with time
Ensnared in this romance,
Doing the inevitable dance.

09/04/10