It might seem like a big thing to most of the people in the world

But I have never really enjoyed dancing

The Quick Step or a Tango across a clean cut lawn and through the rose bed.

Don’t get me wrong, as in my head I am cool as Fred Astaire

Or even as good as Ginger Rogers but obviously not in high heels.

You see I wanted to dance as it always looked so much fun,

However,

When I first tried it having found a willing and wonderful dancer,

 I was crippled for days, the pain caused by the shoes

Was too much to bear.

I do not like to dance, it is something I have always steered clear of,

It has never really interested me

As it gets in the way of having a good time

And watching the band and the saxophonist perform.

The closest thing to real enjoyment.

As the dancing leads to asking who actually leads and

Who follows?

The marking of the card, such a staple and rite of passage

And yet

I have felt for years it becomes a weapon

A punch hole in which to win favour and carry flames of jealousy.

In the wrong hands the dance becomes a weapon

Sometimes through brute violent force, sometimes by one of the pair learning new

Steps

Of a new dance.

The music takes me to a better place and I am sorry

For I have longed to dance cheek to cheek with you.

To be a knight in a suit whilst you wear your perfect blue gown

And I watch the dazzling beauty radiate the room.

To all those that ever may have wanted to dance with me

I really would have loved to sweep you off your feet

Or even you sweep me off mine

But In the end I only could dance with four

And even through my O.K. Internal Haze

I wish I could have danced just

Once

More

Time.

Ian D. Hall 2013.