A tug on my ear, and being coy never works.

I laugh too much.

no.3 (smoothes her dress; sidestep-left, face&turn, bow to your partner) A neat step with your quick approach startled my eyes to blush. Red lips held in high regard and. Bittersweet. (step) Your voice in my ear and a whisper Shhhhh. Do not worry so. No one is watching. Only we, and we are waiting for no other reason than to delay the dance.

The audience is quiet tonight. It is late but I will dance. I have all the moonlit hours. You must be my audience in this reflection. A neat step to your quick approach and down we move the lines. Take my hand- steady now, no trip to flip the stars on. They shine so brightly already. A soft light though, sparkling. Of course. The lamp was a simply a distraction. It was never broken- never fell to shatter the nightly swing and dim lights of the jazz on the record player. We have all the moonlit hours and the iron taste in my mouth mixes so sweetly with the sugar keeps us high, keeps the dance alive.

(turn and sidestep, a glance&bow) A measure of rest, I think, to catch the breath you stole away. Oh these hours are the most filling. Some cakes with our tea? Or I’ve made a pie to fill our bodies even as our minds. The dance is indefinite, but sometimes it’s nice to sit and watch the world whirl by. Whirl and twirl and laugh a little despite its hurt. It is sadder than we, we think. I am sad for it, but I suppose it does the best it can for its own dance. I can’t remember if I know those steps, but I think if do I can retreat here to plot our next conquest. Such a tease are we. (wink, turn&) I can make you laugh a little (a grin, sidestep-right). The whirled can wait for now. I'm a little too tired to conquer tonight. And anyhow, the tea's ready.