Are you the golden boy who’s going finally to steal my hand?
-- she said, taking mine, while the instruments beat
In ¾ time, and our feet danced around each other
On the polished floor, and our bodies moved
Through the crowd of other guests. Lovers will request
A little tact -- I said, and licked my teeth. She smiled,
Guests, that’s all we are, bowing each to each; she curtsied, then
The instruments let off, I took her arm -- and walked her to her car.
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