(Photo from flickr)
As we dance under the moonlight, like eternal eddies of love twirling gracefully with the cool December wind, I look up to the bright moon, the stars too that glimmer afar.
With my hand entrusted to yours resting like a delicate bud, while your other hand fixed onto my hip, without hesitation nor strain. I feel you carry all my weight as we glide, my hurts and worries fall off behind.
I push down your shoulders, jumped a little to reach the cosmos.
My shoe broke its heel when I landed.
I fear we can dance no more. "If only he'll let me step on his feet and be one with his every stride. But that would be too much.", I thought.
We danced barefooted. On the arid pavement with dust in between our toes and with smiles more brilliant than the night.
