swirls

we are on my territory, a welcome respite from the code red state you constantly send me into when we are close enough to touch. the music starts, weaving its way through my veins, filling my every sense as I wait for you to catch the same whiff of melody. those around us speak my language already, conversing, all connected and yet somehow, different dialects emerge. but form now, their conversations are all faded, out of focus, while you are dizzily crisp in my vision. a hint of recognition-you start to guide us, navigating and weaving through the sea of bodies. you translate my tongue into your own: rock steps becoming arrows, and we are speaking the same words, our bodies synching. i can feel your heart beating in your palms; it is the rhythm of skipping through an open meadow; i wonder if you know i am skipping too. you twirl me once, and as i catch you icy blue eyes, i am frozen and yet warm, dizzy at the contradictions. you are silent but full of questions-seeking something , but what? my praise? my adoration? it was yours the first time my gaze caressed your sweet frame. so just be with me right now-breathe our shared air, our loose connection charged with fear and excitement, dancing towards the unseen dawn.