Spinning

One dark, rainy night

in a bright city

filled with spinning bicycle wheels

You sent me a smile

across a crushed room

of laughing, prancing, foreign souls

And I played my hand:

a whispered glance sent

of dancing, promising eyes

To set the space between

crackling with the unsaid

cloaked in courage’s bold, swift stride

And so we began

with miles and years to pass by:

you playing lead, and I tracing steps

But what will we make

of this game we play,

where care entwines with mystery?