A Second Waltz

A gentle glimpse, a covert glance; and then once more,
Take a chance. (I mean, please, take a chance),
Into a gentle lift, into a slow recline, 
Into a graceful dance (I mean a drowsy, touching, melting dance).
But why “into”? As if the two were two?
Lifted by rays of blues and greens,
Lifted by memory’s passionate swings.
A graceful dance, a light romance,
As her flute plays softer sounds,
Dancers scarcely touching ground.
Lips meet lips; lovers too;
Let’s meet once more and start anew.