Today our Dance has changed.
I walked by with my face of disgust.
Instead of our usual dance, where you ignore my face.
You decide to take lead in this dance.
I chassé to you.
You ask how I am.
I respond with fine.
You tell me you miss me.
Why do you miss me?
I act cool.
Collected.
You explain how much of a fool you've been.
How you think of me.
I look down at that sparkle.
I begin to leave.
You say no, don't leave.
The birds sang around us.
Maybe they're spies.
I decided to go the other way.
You decide to stay.
Will the birds sing to others?
Will this small confession be a symphony?
I grin and curl my fist.
I always knew deep down.
How you felt.
Again that sparkle warms in warning.
I hate you.
No I don't.
Later on we meet again.
As I decided to walk the other way,
you began to chassé.
No you need to leave.
This dance needs to end.
You explain how you feel.
That even though it's wrong you can't stop.
I make you feel warm.
I make you feel hot.
I make you feel everything at once.
Stop.
I began again to walk away.
This time you land in front.
You ask what I feel.
I keep silent.
My hand is hot.
The sparkle sends a wave through me.
A wave to keep shut.
I shake my head in disapproval.
I throw my hands.
I throw my hands not to dance but stomp.
You back away.
Confused.
Why are you confused?
You began to call after me.
I tell you to stop.
Finally he grins.
It sends a shiver down my spine.
Not in horror.
But in lust.
No.
I look again towards that sparkle.
The glisten on my left hand.
Should I end this dance?
Or should I finally bend?
