Graceless

“Dance with me”,

Not a question or demand;

Just truth born to words.

Silently, you slips next to me,

Leading and preempting,

Sole and soul alike,

Knowing my rhythm before I repeat it.

When I go to breathe you in,

I choke on sterile breath,

Empty of you.

And with opened-eyes I become,

Empty of you.

Half-pleading and half-insistent I plea-sist:

“Dance with me?!”

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