step to me.

and i wait with bated breath
for yours to waltz across my skin, with light steps and pointed toes,
choreography always left me breathl e s s

yet I'm in s.y.n.c when i'm around you--withyou
maybe this tune, this passionate tempo is meant for us
"Amor caecus est, follow my lead"
and maybe your fingers are meant

to be curled around mine.


Write your thoughts kindly, ... or at least as thoughtfully as you possibly could.