Miss Quattlebaum
finally pairs you
with April
for the waltz,
which is sensational,
and
one-two-three . . .
because
the right hand
must guide
the small of
Milady’s back
two-two-three . . .
across the glossy hardwood
while the lucky left
three-two-three . . .
gets to hold
her hand,
twirl her out,
four-two-three . . .
spin her in,
pull her close,
nose to nose,
for the longest,
most awesome
six seconds ever,
during which
you quietly wish
that the German dancer
who invented
the waltz
had included
a kiss.