pas de deux

It was, the critics said,
the perfect pas de deux.

The leaps, the steps, the moves...
and more importantly:

our perfect empathy;
two bodies known as one.

That lift, so difficult,
I nailed it that one night.

We both left high as kites.
Let's crown the night, you said.

Your place, we thought, the best -
the first for us as one.

Along the motorway
I followed your tail light.

That cutting through the hills...
you'd forged ahead a bit.

I saw you leave the road
shoot up the steep incline...

I thought you'd roll back down.
But no, the perfect arc

as earlier on stage
that brought you back to me.

The two cars fused as one
and shared a sheet of flame.

We watch the dancing now.
I can barely hobble,

you barely understand...
except just now and then

a flicker in those eyes
to greet the pas de deux.