LOVE SLIPS

Tiptoeing through the tulips.
Love slips.
A dance of first dates
Of new relationships.
I worry I might slip up
And step on your feet.
Left feet
Crushing your toes.
You hold me a short distance from you
Not sure if you should boogie woogie (breakdance)
Or hold me close in a slow waltz.

(9-28-2001)