Dance Partners, 10:00 A.M. 11/26/2018

Cool down, please.

This burning on the tip of my tongue.

My best friend, my worst enemy.

It dances in my mouth, the same way it danced in yours.

Longing for his familiar dance partner, begging you one more song.

Those nights in the dark, the mornings after.

Do you still remember them?

Waltzing with one another.

 

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