dance

words cannot express what your body can
each step is deliberately felt
(the sun kisses your skin)
each turn is deliberately practiced
(the ocean tides over your smile)

this imaginary love affair
is as spontaneous as the way you move
a dream not forsaken
but a cryptic déjà vu
like a beat that is never really forgotten

the way your fingers close over what’s left of my heart
and pumps it with each beat beat beat
it’s my saving grace

yet at the end of the day
all I really want
is to be close to you
and hear the beating of your heart

and there is no need for fast paced turns
or light movement
just two bodies closely aligned and leaning on
to what’s lacking between them

I don’t care if you’re not the first dance
But just the last

slow dancing
even if we’re out of beat
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