You Can't Dance without Music

"Would you dance with me?"
He asked.
And she replied, "It would be best if I didn't."

She was beautiful, like the four seasons,
but similarly, was moody like them.
She held something unfathomable in her hands.
Not life, but something more powerful.
Love? No. Joy? No. Then what?
Time.

"Just one dance. Completely harmless."
He said.
And she replied, "You don't understand."

She would breathe into his lips.
Not air.
But something that would
make his heart palpitate.
Love? No. Joy? No. Then what?
Time.

"Help me understand."
He requested.
And she replied, "Help yourself."

He could not resist her, regardless
of her warning. She was painful
yet pleasant, and he wondered
what made her this way.
Love? No. Joy? No. Then what?
Time.

And he helped himself.
For how long
he was unsure.

The only way he could tell,
was through his breathing,
which was unsteady, and
sometimes nonexistent.

At times he breathed heavy breaths of
passion. At times he breathed heavy breaths of
pain. His heart sometimes stopped in a spell-bound awe,
and sometimes in exasperation.

He was speechless, and
she,
silent.

He held her in his arms,
and slow danced with her
in the silence for
a moment,
or eternity.