barefeet on my cold floors
in a white lace kimono
a french hair clip adorns my hair
red lips
and red wine
dancing to some
60's jazz music
thinking about your hand
on my head
and your eyes glimmering
in mine
and your frustration
about the whole situation
think - if you were here
with me
dancing
please
blur out my
red lips
and
replace your
fingers with
that hair clip
and
never
ever
let go