Dance With Me

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What happened to those silent conversations we used to have?

Your body pressed against mine, lost in time... but never forgotten?

I miss when my body used to speak. Or at least when I used to listen.

I miss when I felt full and integrated.

I miss the dance we used to share. The body I once felt was mine...


It takes two to tango.

So,  dance with me.

This way. That way. My way. Your way.

Up, down, and around.

Feel the rhythm coursing between us.

Let’s give each and every breath a voice.

Sigh and grunt our way towards victory.


We’ll get there soon enough,

We’ll get there soon enough.

I know this because:

Alone I am complete, but together we are everything.