A Dance

I don't know how to make my line breaks work, perhaps dawn will come in and fix this again for me, otherwise...any suggestions on how to get my stuff to post correctly?? it's mildly annoying. A little girl crouches in the stairwell/ her toes curled over the side of a step./ The setting sunlight/ bathes the room/ in glowing, golden brilliance./ Light pours through the glass front door/ and illuminates a wood-floored foyer,/ flanked by a spiral staircase--sheathed in shadow--/ where she hides./ Little grey eyes peek out of the darkness,/ smiling,/ as she watches a dance.// First it is beautiful,/ careful and slow./ The woman is petite, a silver of a thought./ The man, heavier,/ more like a mountain of thought,/ with a shadow on his chin/ and on his brow./ There is no music,/ only his whispers, and her bliss/ and the pat-pat of bare feet/ on the floor./ Large hands are gentle/ on her hips,/ and in the curve between her shoulders./ Her eyes pour adoration into his./ And as they enter the steps of their dance,/ they are lovely.// The little girl crouches in the stairwell/ bites her lip and clutches her elbows./ The sun is setting./ A crystal light catcher/ makes sparkling light-figures/ across the couples' cheeks./ But they're fleeting, and soon drown/ in shadows forming,/ stretching from noses to / creases in intertwined fingertips./ They hide the man's eyes,/ and silence the woman's laughter.// The dance becomes clumsy/ the woman tightens her arms around him,/ but he is letting go,/ and she is no match for his whims./ His steps are unpredictable,/ while hers are cautious and calculated./ He releases her, and, ashamed,/ begins to turn away./ She reaches for his hands,/ clasps them, / their wedding rings catch the last/ of the fading sunlight,/ and he quickly turns his back./ She looks down and realizes,/ his hands have stained hers black./