talking

when i look at you
in my mind's eye,
i see myself
with my elbow acutely
propping up my face
to look at you.
your sheets
are blue and
not very soft,
but all the skin
was.
i still let you touch it,'
when your eyes went sad
and you told me
i was unfair.
it didn't make it better
but your hands clasped
around my waist,
and i thought of the nights
i could spend closing my eyes
and reaching to wrap your arm
on that spot.
it's for freedom,
or something like that.
you called it nebulous
and unfair.
i laughed,
and said we're talking about emotions,
right?
you told me not to laugh.
well i may not be a civil uprising,
using the word with valiance,
but i'm not ready
for anything else.
so all there was to do
was dance.
i stepped right foot back
and left sliding
double twirl under your
arm
twister, dip
behind the back grab,
twirling, twirling
and spinning, spinning,
my hair went out,
and i hid my smile.
if we're spinning towards entropy,
like they say,
every last one of us,
in pairs, in clusters, in movements,
may as well make it a dance.

DLS