“Tip-tap
Tip-tap,
One-Two
One-Two,”
I repeat.

“One-step
One-step,
One-Two
Two-Three,”
He whispers.

I falter,
I sway,
I trip,
I bumble.

I leap,
I soar,
I fly,
I descend.

“My love,
My love,”
I call.

“My dove,
You okay?”
He asks.

“My darling,
Never better,”
I reply.

For I am yours,
Mon amor.