You and I slide
across waxed the dance floors
of the universe –
our luggage
becomes invisible
and we glide
along airport runways
like two professional dancers.
You wearing tails
and I am wearing long white gloves
and a long velvet ball gown.
But I am here to say
Sometime I am more
relationship clumsy –
I trip a little on your conversation
getting balance back
next morning at 5 A.M.
when the air in my brain
is clearer.