If I didn’t know we so well
I’d never have called.
What is it that we must trance now?
Which conversation we never shared
that so demands we dance through
all the prepositions, posited in wonders
of about, above, beyond and through?
Below has always tripped me though.
A lover constantly up-staged in her steps
by more clever dancers until she
finally falls beneath the floor boards.
This waltz is a solo dis-en-tango
propositioned by lovers at bay;
prepositioned by her distanced withall.