I imagine us dancing.
(Nothing more)
Your hands look so strong.
I want to hold myself to you,
Lash myself to you,
Lean on you.
I have always imagined us dancing.
One arm strewn lazily across your shoulders,
(Warren said we missed out on learning to dance)
my head against your chest.
Rocking back and forth
Waiting to be carried away on the current of the rhythm.
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