Saturday, January 30, 2010
Then we're meeting, clasping hands, and in one wild moment you spin me around. I'm flying on golden wings! Stepping in time to the music, we may be dancing badly, but who cares? Just a twirl here, a graceful sweep there, and it feels as though the world is revolving dizzily around us, leaving us all alone in the eye of the storm.
Don't think about tomorrow, don't think about today. Don't think about where we'll be when this music ends! Just hold on tight and look into my eyes for once. This won't go any deeper, it can't, but for one moment I want to feel that we're close. I want to feel fulfilled, I must, for a moment. Just dance. Just dance. And somehow there won't be consequences, no repercussions, no second guessing. It will all end with the music, and my golden moment will be over. I'm selfish, I can't give you anything, but just dance. Please. Just dance.