Odds had been against us ever meeting.
We found ourselves drifting in the same circles,
then gently bumping into one another.
I learned to feel you; a tiny thigh,
a heel a toe, we learned to dance,
went about life at the same pace
until you took the lead out into the bright light.
Separate we seem much closer;
you are my silvering. I can’t deny
the narcissism, the desire to gaze.