I danced on your table.
I ran my fingers through your hair.
You just stood there.
Icey cold.
Eyes wide open with no twinkle.
No birthday kiss?
Fine. I'll just keep on dancing.
Jazz and blues,
soul.
You don't do tap anymore,
you gave up that after you went pale and cold.
Dancing. Everybody dancing,
like a festival.
My imagination takes me to places.
Places that are damp and dark.
Places of dancing.
Why won't you dance with me?
Why are you icey cold?
Eyes wide open
Eyes wide shut.