Composure nearly eludes my grasp
as I enter the ballroom…
There are no words…
and speaking them would only lend credibility
to their authenticity if there were.
No… best we ignore what we cannot change anyway…
Gingerly I assume the proper stance, but your firm
hand on the curve of my back is more than I can bear…
and I begin to crumble.
With an unapologetic, admonishing expression
you lock my gaze and my grip.
Suddenly present in the moment,
my eyes meet yours with a fevered determination.
Flawless and fluid we execute our passion
to powerful instrumentals.
Whatever this is or isn’t,
if it has to be the last time,
what it will be is unforgettable.