with all the noises having slipped away.
Nothing but your breath discovering my skin
and my body draping over you.
Creaks in the wooden floors underneath us
as we scurry around,
neither of us completely sure
how to move with rhythm.
But I miss our bodies--
the way they knew how to sway together--
and I wish we could just
go dance around the world,
barefoot and to the tunes that the
wind makes when it whistles in a heavy storm,
rain hitting concrete and making a
sweet kinda beat.
We'd hear leaves crunch beneath our feet
and foot steps and drain spouts
and pipes clanking,
us yanking each other all sorts of ways
just to move together.
Just to move together like we used to.
I wanna dance with you.
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