Candid(Camera)ly Speaking

Deeply involved in terpsichore,
I am aglow, but oh no, not he.
He's focused, intent on what we do
As we dance our way through Lesson Two.
Astaire reborn? Much too soon to say,
But there is a clue this very day
When we are scheduled for Lesson Three.
I hold out my hands; he looks at me
Then shakes his head in definite "No!"
And off he solos, at last aglow.

by Taylor Melton

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i realy did not understand this poem, can you help me to?