She told somebody else that she liked how I danced
so that piqued my curiosity
my interest
and my attraction.

I went to visit her dorm
and because she had trouble sleeping
occupied her attention well into the evening.
That sounds more salacious than it should.
She gave good conversation.

She was my object of affection
for many a month
but I was never her object of interest
which is an oft-repeated tale
a dance that repeats
randomly, through endless permutations
until all the attendants end up exhausted
and off their feet.

For a while there, though,
she certainly swept me off my feet.