ballroom confessional
Life yanks me by the hand and pulls me into a slow dance— slow fumble—
Tango might be a better word– Twisted tango
Through dark and dismal nights.
I’m turned about by its rabid violin,
Skittering across slippery tiles
Bumping into bustles and busts before
Hiding away like a fool in the curtains. Unfit. Unwell.
Afraid to go forward.
But you; you who challenges the sun
With a flash of the faintest smile
Arrives
And I have become a new kind of fool.
The curtains are swept to the side:
An inspiration
Somehow a spotlight–
Beautiful, beguiling, benevolent
And most importantly, brilliant.
Waiting in the shadows this whole time
To take the center stage.
I reach out for your hand
I want this dance, I want you,
You who makes chandeliers shudder with the shimmer in your eyes,
You who dreams big, who dreams wild and wise
Who spins and the clouds clear away from the skies.
You who leads life, like I wish I could.
I wish I could just step into your spotlight
And know. Know everything because
When I’m with you, I’m fool enough to believe I can do anything.
I watch you from a distance, I watch you go.
Tossed about in my tango, twisting towards your face
For just a glimpse of affection, intimacy
Reaching out every time I’m caught in a dip
Determined that one day, one way I will lead life too
You’ll see, I will lead life like you do.
And with luck my love will lead my life.
This I trust, for it led me right to you.
Selah Sanchez currently attends Chapman University and studies creative writing. Some things that give her joy are art, nature, and her dog, Luna. She has always tried to find the fantastical in the commonplace. Whether it is a simple happy feeling, or an inexplicable melancholy, she tries to find a way to capture it, and amplify the beauty she feels these fleeting moments have to offer.
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