It’s not a game. It’s not a game but it is a dance – a heated tango full of seduction, uncertainty, romance.
This is our move now, we hesitate. We see where it could be heading so the steps get more complicated and we challenge each other. This is me, all of me, take it or leave it. This isn’t a dream that fades when we awaken, but if we do it right it will be ours to share as long as we want, as long as we’re strong, forgiving, understanding that sometimes, we stumble. That’s fine when more of the time we are on the wing, gliding together and helping each other to remain aloft.
These are the real parts now, where we let down the veils, show the heart, the soul, and even with all they have been through we need to remember they are still fragile because we fought like hell to keep them that way with tooth and nail, blood and a sea of tears. To keep it that way or build it back up again from the emptiness of absence, from the loneliness of ‘never again’ to believe once more in the possibility of giving this heart away. It must be given in order to be mended, no one can reach it through the walls and we can’t do it ourselves, as much as we like to believe this and as much as we need to sometimes.
Take the paste and bandages, put right the parts that I cannot reach without your help, heal the wounds of the past and let me forget them in your eyes, at least for now.
This is the slippery time. Here, take my hand, I will do my best to keep you from falling. Look into my eyes and know you are safe. I promise that I will strive to do the same for you. Our wings will unfold and we won’t look down to where the countless hearts of those who were too afraid to let go and fly are piled, empty, alone, and broken. I’ll tend to your wings if you tend to mine, and together we will soar, we will warm the world as our hearts remember how to shine like the sun again, trusting in each other, trusting in love, trusting in romance, and knowing that the world is ours…
as long as we keep dancing.
Shall we dance?