Updated: Jan 14

Dance with me,

Sticky floors, armpits,

Eyes meeting,

Neon halos.

Tango with me,

Said partners Unsaid,

Quick step on

Truths borderline

Oh, waltz with me,

Leap the chasm of

Right and Wrong.

Caught by Unsaid.

Samba with me,

On rumpled Sundays,

Warm, whole, all.

Be everything.

Dance with me,

Spin back to the past.

Look forward.

We are dancing.

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