How the unsure foot seeks solid ground
Whilst glancing quickly over quicksand
Quick step, step, slow, and twists around
An intimate dance to understand…

The movement, the flow of thought
Of belief and desire and fear all caught
Like a butterfly in Arachne’s web
Or caught up in the tide, in the flow and ebb

Words flurry like lost leaves on the breeze
Tumbling, colliding, they flit and tease
And somewhere, somehow along the way
Slipped, tripped, and fell astray

The eager chatter fades to silence
Uncertainty stings; turned to reticence
Eager ebullience now changed: restrained
Initial exuberance, now contained

Dialogue: an exchange; a comprehending
Lingual chess: taking pieces; progressing
Through a game of advance and loss
Evaluate the knowledge win, against the cost

How much do you set loose and free
To share conversational intimacy?
And can temperament, turn intolerant
If a wrong step, a wrong word, cause disagreement?

Can a mutual attraction
Be enough of a distraction
Or could Babal’s lingual curse
Turn free flow discourse, so terse?

Perhaps less words, more discussion
Less debate, and more collusion
We gain more by being less demanding
Let’s try and reach an understanding.