I daresay it's prudent to add a disclaimer to this sonnet, so I will. It's not autobiographical. And I don't dance.
THE DANCE
Some unexpected magic that first time
we met, a lively group of four or more,
drew us together, partners in some crime
not yet committed. While they took the floor,
your husband and my wife, we sat and spoke
of everything and nothing, time danced by.
It seemed that something, in us both, awoke
and took control as we sat eye to eye.
It was as though we spoke in tongues unknown
to those around us. Suddenly we knew
that one day in the future we’d atone
for what we felt and what we’d choose to do.
The music rose and fell. We sat, entranced,
while, unsuspectingly, our partners danced.
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