In my mind I have you dancing

In my heart I have you sleep

In my soul I have you forever

Her dress jumps arches

in the dining hall, she whirls --


untouchably light.

There once was a fella from France
Who'd dance a lascivious dance:
     He'd focus the eyes
     Of the club on his thighs,
Then dance himself out of his pants.

Sitting in the passenger seat
Driving down the highway
Cars passing us at the speed of light
The music fills the car
The sweet melodies
Creating vivid images in my mind
The figures dance across my vision
Like I'm watching a movie
I want to stay
In this trance like state forever
But then my mother speaks
And her voice breaks my reverie

He's nervous, could tell from a glance
This right here is his first dance
And she is nervous, he looks bold
And wants to express what's untold

And they are nervous but the music
Is easing the vibe down a bit
And she doesn't really know
What steps to do or where to go

So she's letting the waves bring
Momentum to this heating link
And he's the same, he has no clue
That the unknown brings in the new

So step by step and song by song
Their souls and bodies float along
Through an ocean of emotions
The breeze is faith, the sail is long
Enough to carry both
To dry land and to make cloth
To protect them from the rain
And unnecessary pain

Some is needed though to gain
Understanding and to frame
Thoughts and feelings the right way
It is not enough to pray
That magically they'll go away.

So sail even some more along
In faith and hum a sailor's song
And live and laugh and smell the scent
Of acceptance in the present
Because really, there's no end
Or beginning in the face
Of this scary pretty grace
We're living.

_M.

One dreamy summer night
We danced in the moonlight
On bad music
Listening mostly
to our slow heartbeat.
Somewhere distant
The waves of the sea
were crushing into the shore
Just like once
We crushed into each other.

If you could hear the music once more,
Would you take my hand, to the dance floor?
Would we recall each step we knew,
Or falter on the path we never grew?
Would I grasp at the chance,
To share with you this last dance?

I shouldn’t.
I couldn’t.
I won’t.

For this last dance,
Belongs to a heart,
Worthy of my embrace.


— Sincerely, Boris

This love is heaven.
Lost in this dance with your Love.
I shall stay with you

If I could fold my heart into an envelope,
Seal it with a sigh and send it to you—
Would you read every beat,
Or would it get lost in the clutter of your busy life?