Under the orange
glow of the back street
light, she wanted to hold
my hand, grip it tight,
and talk of the future,
I wanted
to live in the present,
I gingerly told her I wanted to kiss her
rouged red lips
and tell her I loved her,
we compromised
and that night
as the glow died down
at just before dawn,
we learned to dance.
Ian D. Hall 2018