—AUGUST IN THE HEAT, SWEATY IN THE STREETS

 

Undeniable

 

Let’s go dancing

up there on the balcony,

no use for excuses,

you’re looking

fresh as hell and

tonight’s not going to end.

Let’s cast a long spell,

spin until we’re

dizzy-drunk,

a couple of clumsies,

rummy and funny

only to ourselves,

who cares?

You can pick the tunes,

I’ll pick the flowers,

bring you your

favorite wine while

we twist and

sway for hours.

I’ll grip your hip

like it’s the

last piece of gold,

hold your hand

over my heart,

kiss the end

of your nose

if you sigh or

toss your hair back,

throwing me a lifeline

not knowing it.

Maybe we’ll make

it to the rooftop,

fly there or even farther,

dancing with wings on,

dancing on air,

dancing because 

I’m here

and

you are

and

we are.