...the light fantastic

They Dance

Is this the unanticipated
so romantic kiss behind the curtain

before it goes up when the overture concludes
or after it comes down at the end of Act I

of the final dress rehearsal the day before the show,
before our soft-shoe, right after our duet?

In either case,

eternally dressed in my powder-blue gown,
now at last I know that this kiss leads on cue,
just in time, to a powerful slap across the face

by a not so innocent third party who brings me
back to earth before she vanishes upstage

and we two once again take center stage
and dance.