He Leads Me

His face a smiling gift, he beckons
and I respond for there is nothing
to take precedence over the urge
to clasp each other closely and
recall words to the music from an
early life we began together
transforming in this life our
kitchen into a dance floor as
compelling as those our partnered feet
patterned and our single-bodied
shadows in the dimmed interior
swayed to, responding to the
sweet call of shared love and longing.
Now as then as I feel his arms
about me, warmth flooding from
his chest to mine, that magic
transforming us from two singles
to one double returns as to the past
before restoring the present. My
eyes closed, his wide open, leading
on the dance floor into the future.