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Dance.

I do not recall the warm touch of hands to skin

Nor do I remember the gentle brush of tongue to lips.

But I can recall the whispers left beside my ears, within

And the sway from side to side of curves and hips.

I have always had a memory for motion

So this dance we do comes easily for two.

My feet take stride without hesitation

As your hand goes with mine, and mine with you.

The song plays note to chord to note

To remind us how to love, not lust

And so I sing along with words I wrote

But since forgotten how to trust.

The floor sweeps out from below our silhouettes

And floating above the clouds we soar,

To gaze at paths sworn not to forget

And know that time exists no more.