Leaning (against the wall)

He stands
watching her dance.
As he leans against the wall,
she is grace incarnate spinning
across the room, more alive than
life itself.

She's close
enough to touch
as he leans against the wall.
Yet he only holds himself
still, knowing that her touch would
capture him.

She smiles,
almost at him.
As he leans against the wall,
her presence makes him swear
perhaps freedom itself has been vastly
over-rated.

Februrary, 1993