A dance in jest
Most compromising
Steps two back 
One forward

Tete a tete
Longing looks
She is leading
Backwards reel

To the lightfoot
Sound of five eight
Skip hop akin to
Bounding over rocks

Fit as a fiddle
Keeping in step
Plying me with
Stout and chips

Surrendered only
To the trip
Heart ticking
In time to a lover

If anything goes
Not you, nor yet?
She marches in time
To another