Poem: Pas De Deux

At the friendly festival...
they feel safe
in their cocoon of two...
from many pairs of eyes
wandering over them...
some wondering
about the secret of this magic
she...dancer...
he saxophone man...make...
His silky notes...
stroke her hair...
slide over her golden skin...
as she moves with every touch...
red headed woman
in pink stockings...
hunched saxophone blower
in baseball cap...
to them...there is really
no one else around...
as this intimate
pas de deuz goes on...
in a very public place...
with some of those
circling around them...
catching some of it...
in their cameras...
drawn to it all...mysteriously...
or not so mysteriously...
and walk home smiling...
thinking they know their secret...
........................Quester...