Should I dance

and play the fool?

I could wear a bright shirt

or even a bright skirt

a clown's wig

a rubber nose

I could close my eyes and float

and make her twirl

I could romance the music

and paint ghosting strokes with our moves

Should I dance

despite the cold

despite my old

despite my shoes

my clothes, my strength, my might, my will.

Should I chuckle at the fun

try to catch her eye

try to make her wonder

try to make her laugh.

Should I catch her off guard

make her trust her balance to me

hide when she expects to see me

move her one way and send her back.

Should I dance?