You said that I could find you
In the space that lies between
The reality that binds you
And the traces of your dream.
You asked me, “Can you dance
To a poem by Baudelaire?”
“La danse,” said I. “C’est la poésie
Avec des bras et des jambes.”
Your hands made a ballroom of my body
Your fingers tap-danced on my skin
Oh, and how I moved under your melody
Like a waltzing gypsy violin.
I pull the land on which you live
Closer to where I stand
In one smooth motion
I narrow the ocean
Uniting our shores
Until yours is mine
And mine is yours
No more miles
Between our smiles
Just a sliver of the sea
Like a scar in the sands
Keeps you and me
From holding hands.
You were beautiful in Borneo
Like a song I’d been expecting
To start playing on the stereo
I was fragile when you found me
A lifetime’s worth of sorrow
And disappointment built around me
But you gave me a standing ovation
A merry-go-round of applause
And cut through my curt conversation
With your musical mixed metaphors
You asked me why I was waiting
For something already [...]
“La Danse”