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.