This is so much spinning
Dancing spirals towards an imagined center
Like a ballerina music box
On an old record player
On a carnival carousel
There is beauty in our imbalance
As we dance within the distance
Of warm breath
I stare at your full lips
We touch now and then
In the shifting dark
Of street lights
And fire pits
I like it when we crash
Crash hips
Crash shoulders
Crash ears and drag of cheeck
I imagine you are smiling
Because my beard tickles when this happens
And I want to pull you close
But If I do I know I will keep you
You need your movement
And I need to see you smile
You lift your arms into the air
And shake your head
Your white teeth blur like a comet
Kiss me again you stop motion monster
More perfect the farther you are away
How I run chicken headless when you leave me
And just hum when you are near
Like the molecules in my body
Are vibrating preparation
For the dancing
Release my tension
With your ripcord beauty
Calm me with the crash into
Your celestial body
I want to squeeze your ***
In the passing
Maybe just slap it
But you are practiced in motion
And I miss
So I pray that in passing
In dancing
In crashing
We kiss
Get stuck
In something more than
the forever of falling
and spinning
and dancing
Pull me into your event horizon
Or let me pull you into mine
Event Horizon: The boundary of a region of space-time from which it is not possible to escape to infinity. "the point of no return" i.e. the point at which the gravitational pull becomes so great as to make escape impossible. Definition from Answers.com