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.
