A sleight of hand, and a boot that fits. Tightly; so tight a long walk seemed a step backwards. So he walked, around the rings of Saturn, given the spins. He dances, a waltz for Venus. He manages to steal his own heart, before she can.
Been a year, and I'm still here. If that isn't something, then I don't know what is?
P.S. If you caught some of the inspiration, then you are one of the reasons I write.