I have flash backs...
You sitting down, watching me dancing,
Watching my feet, catching my eyes,
Butterflies flowering out of my heart,
Synched in with yours and the drum beat.

I remember your smell...
Swelling into my lungs, strings singing,
Soft, smooth skin, brushing past mine,
Like silk velvet wrapping around me,
Melting my every inch, making me weak at the knees.

I look straight at your chest,
Valleys of beauty behind the black vail,
Eastern art carved on your arms,
More spins, swings, sways, pauses,
Proses of poetry, flashing, slashing my heart.

Let us create, or just dance, or just be
You and me
Here and now
Despite every which, who and how
You and me
In my head
No one can take it away, only it takes me away from my here and now.