Around my hand is clasped another's
And together...they dance...
I follow, it leads
The steps, scrolled smoothly against
The blank, empty floor ironically, are
Independent from any melodic changes
Or from the unpredictable rhythms of the music.
I am in love with the music
I am consumed with its intoxicating and
Complicated nature and long to be close
enough to taste it, but it will
forever remain untouched and pure...
Even after I am left alone and can
No longer feel the warmth
Which once pressed against my skin.