BLOODY FEET
Dance With Me, the Lights Are Off
I dance, not so that you can see me, but wondering if you will join me. These lights are off not so that they can’t see us, but that we might see what’s on the other side of light. If you would, I could dance with you for hours, feeling the weight of your hand in mine. The subtle vibrations of our feet kicking up the dirt, my blood thickening with apples that have turned so far from their innocent beginnings. Will you dance with me till our feet bleed? I want to watch the sun come up, the cold summer air you can only feel next to a river like this course through the gaps in our fingers.
With the dawn's arrival, the first rays of light trickle in, rousing the birds from their rest. I may find myself awakening, clear-minded amidst others still under the influence of the previous night's revelry. Tomorrow, you'll witness it all. Your allure will stay unruffled, the lights will be ablaze, and our private moonlit waltz will be a memory. I'll surrender to the river's soothing touch, seeking its purifying comfort to wash away the signs of a night's dance from my weary feet. And you, you may find yourself pondering, 'what comes next?' - the question lingering in the aftermath of our shared dance, a nocturnal symphony of silent communication and subtle harmonies.
I dance, not so that you can see me, but wondering if you will join me. These lights are off not so that they can’t see us, but that we might see what’s on the other side of light. If you would, I could dance with you for hours, feeling the weight of your hand in mine. The subtle vibrations of our feet kicking up the dirt, my blood thickening with apples that have turned so far from their innocent beginnings. Will you dance with me till our feet bleed? I want to watch the sun come up, the cold summer air you can only feel next to a river like this course through the gaps in our fingers.
With the dawn's arrival, the first rays of light trickle in, rousing the birds from their rest. I may find myself awakening, clear-minded amidst others still under the influence of the previous night's revelry. Tomorrow, you'll witness it all. Your allure will stay unruffled, the lights will be ablaze, and our private moonlit waltz will be a memory. I'll surrender to the river's soothing touch, seeking its purifying comfort to wash away the signs of a night's dance from my weary feet. And you, you may find yourself pondering, 'what comes next?' - the question lingering in the aftermath of our shared dance, a nocturnal symphony of silent communication and subtle harmonies.