We went
round and round
the indoor rink
my hand cold
and damp wtih
the sweat of fear
So soft and
sweet she was
I knew I
had to hold her

Whirling,
      Whirling,
The others became
less real and
faded away
as our hands
grew warmer
in each other

The music stopped-
I came undone.
I wanted to touch
her hair of fire,
but I couldn't find
the words to tell her
i was just a boy