Making Friends

NaPoWriMo # 14

Making Friends

We cut a complicated dance:
I bare an ankle,
you a wrist,
then a knee,
and an elbow.

We don't quite get
to hips and shoulders-
today that would be
too much.

We spiral together
and back away,
passing face to face
and back to back.

We leave the dance floor
still wanting more.
Ready
for next time.