It's in the Eyes, It's in the Hands

Fingers curled, pupils searching
      Twirl and courtesy turn, slide
      In and out, up and down, bend
Muscles and flesh, thighs caress
      Use up all the music, step
      Don't leave me too soon, lean
How warm do you want to get?
      Who are all of these gypsies?
      Why are we making hay?
Let's meet in the middle 
      See you at the end, balance
      At last I can hold you, swing
How many others will there be?
      Before you come back to me
      Dear God, be still your flowing skirt!
                                   Lee Maddox
                                   24 Dec 1995