One..Two..Three..

you dance on my toes
in soft patent leather
weightless
your arms reach for help
as you walk on wobbly legs
I listen intently
with permenant smiles
as words form from your pop-sicle stained lips
and laugh
we walk for miles
on tireless legs
just to pet the pony
then you hide
and reappear
disguised as a beautiful young lady
and the planets realign
and my world takes on new definition
and you raise your arms
easily
above my head... for thingsI cannot reach
and one day you will hold me
as i try to stand on wobbly legs
you will listen intentlyas words try to form from my age touched lips
and if you don't mind, in my mind
we will dance...