Ballroom

   Caressed

by taffeta,

and sweet lavender silk.

Slipping into dainty slippers.

Poised.



I want to feel

that way again.

The rush

of ancient winds

newborn

against our skin.

I want to feel your breath

slip past.

So perfect.

It taunts the air itself.



I want to tear through

to the past,

to sink my teeth into the flesh

of time forgotten.

I will devour years,

hours,

minutes,

seconds,

just to hear your voice.

just to see your eyes,

black sapphires,

burn with promise.



Back to before,

when you were mine,

and I was yours.

And we shall dance.