You move across the room and I fantasize you.

For a moment you stopped

turned to where I sat and you nodded. I smiled.

How possible it is to love this love?

Then came the saxophone billowing across the room

Like some kind of old silent film, I watch you

Smile and lips bitten

You nod again and I grin

With hair lightly brushing my face

You walked up to me and knelt

I pulled my legs up on the chair

You pushed the fabric off my feet

You counted each toe as I giggle

“Dainty…”

You mumbled.

I laughed softly as you stood

And urged me to do the same

Of which I did but on my chair.

You frowned I laughed

As my arms dropped on your shoulders

You looked up

A kiss on your forehead

One on my chin

You grabbed me by the waist and spun me around

Slid me softly back to my feet— on the floor

The sheer fabric created friction on yours

As your eyes told me something

No words passed on between us

No need to ask

And I clung to your lips

Taken

Tempted

And desired…

You pulled away

I frowned

You laughed

My madness!

This is our dance

The only one you managed to learn.