Swing this!

Wow. So, the most fun I’ve had swing-dancing
in a long time. I wasn’t expecting that, honestly.
Also the most smitten I’ve been with a new acquaintance
in a long time. I wasn’t expecting that, either.
With dancing only once a week, life
forces patience on me. Wait it out; reflect.
If I had it my way, there’d be swing-dancing every
night, and my questions would be answered within a week.
Still. Still; still. Still.

I say it, but my heart doesn’t know still right now;
it’s taken up the dance where my feet left off,
crazy like a dervish, nervous,
palms sweaty in the charlston.
I’m such a sap.