the musings of a wanderer in search of a Muse..
“Lovers find secret places
inside this violent world
where they make transactions
I had a dream that we were dancing
and because I didn’t know how to dance,
you asked me to stand on your toes..
Hand in hand, feet on feet..
.. you led the way
and we danced the night away..
I asked you if my feet were hurting you..
you gazed at me and smiled–
a sweet, subtle, tender smile.
The next day, I told you of my dream..
and you smiled–
a sweet, subtle, tender smile
“Lets keep dancing… I like you on my toes”