I used to think that it didn't take two to live, better to fly alone
That may be the truth for some, but I'm getting sick of dancing solo
With one look, your stark eyes, play that familiar melody on my heart
Shielding myself from your stares, piercing the skin with intense love so sharp
I can't hide from needs much longer, without you, I can't finish this tango
Kiss my red lips with passion, our fire will fuel this eternal show
Count, step, embrace me on the floor, sweep me on stage, we can dance through tomorrow
3/2/13
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...