He a veteran student of teacher training.
Just when he thought his desire was waning
With a practiced light from a book of matches
Eyeing the ballroom for promising catches
Or even loosely coupled miss-matches.
Through the mirror-lit smoky haze
Aware of woman’s eye he steadied his gaze.
His ardour stiffened as did his resolve
Enthusiastic for this female puzzle to solve.
She a delicate flower oozing feminine power,
A dietitian soaking up male nutrition.
The dance, a ladies invitation,
With raven black hair, dark eyes, a look
He sparked her imagination
Marking her dance card, she was on the hook.
Absorbing the captivating dance band sound
With Polka and Waltz she was swept around.
His practiced arm at her waist met no resistance
Around the dance floor with directed insistence.
It was the start of a life long excuse me.
Later with coffee laughs and evening crafts
She said,”you’re funny, you amuse me”,
He whispered, “Quiet, don’t defuse me”.
The end of his single days and wayward ways,
Bound together like the bubbles in champagne,
Together forever until their power should wane.
They talked all night, sore feet a minor blight.
Closing her eyes still seeing the glitter ball light.