Slowdance

One step forward, two steps back
Is a formal kind of dance
Fit for fitful, shy romance,
Burdened by a certain lack;
Dances ought to be more slack,
Open to the sudden chance
When emotions quickly lance
Through the heart and make it crack.
This pavan is far too stately
Love should swing and syncopate;
I adore such dancing greatly
Bent and swaying, not held straight.
So I turn and turn and swirl
Ever forward in my whirl.