“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?!”