Moondance (poem)

I always wanted another dance
to twirl in the moonlight with you.
Your hands in mine, we’d make the stars jealous
of all the romance we’d choreograph.
But we had never really danced,
that was all a dream I had as the music played,
as we stood there in your apartment half-drunk,
swaying awkwardly with my eyes on the floor
trying to follow the travelling bass and swing beats.
Your touch was paralytic, all-consuming,
accented by overwhelming fantasies called forever
while the full moon waned away to darkness.
Every song and dance begins and ends,
and with you, I could do neither.

-Zero