Nimble

Ice skating is a marvelous sport.
Either to trip or to be graceful.

Soft like flower petals, nimble like a stem.

Eleanor found herself enjoying the ice. Practically being desolate on the frozen glazed sheen, her tail dragged behind her for balance. A hum, a spin; almost as though she was flying. Sweat fell down her face; tight suit, bladed shoes, light makeup, moonlight-like beams on deep-freeze glass. She looked to her audience, her most important person watched along. Her second half. She skated towards the other.

"You're a showoff," Amber teased.
"Dear, you don't show enough," Eleanor, the hobbyist, hummed.

Hand in hand, shakey steps, parted breaths.
Lovers on ice.

Amber slipped, bringing her girlfriend down with her. But they spent the time beyond smiling.