Pointe to pointe 
Toes dancing on a puff of air
His body glides to hers
She waits, pliant and willing
For a kiss, paused in time
Her hand reaches for his
A perfect fit, it seems
For nimble souls to tread
In each other’s company
Pointe to pointe
She slides into his embrace
Perfect strangers, they dance
From cloud to cloud
Her dress swirling in the breeze
Colors flitting from light to dark
Surrounding them in wondrous mist
Pointe to pointe
They sway in unison
Lips poised in anticipation
Of a kiss that never comes.
Sam
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