The closed eyes dance

I cross my arms behind my back, close my eyes and do this silly dance of 1, 2, 3, 3, 2, 1 and wait for you to follow me into the bane of music.

I want you to listen to the beat of your soul and close your eyes to let your muscles move independently.

My trick is to open my eyes when the laughter escapes you in the freedom of the blind. And I am amazed at the wind in your hair, the youth of your wrinkles, the dancing of your lungs, you are beautiful, a sin.

I grab your hands to crash our chests, to pirouette and laugh at the failure of our movements, we have closed eyes and accelerated heartbeats.

The music never ends, the blinds are closed and there are no kisses, there is no demand for bodies, no heated words. But there is passion, in my feet following yours, in accelerating your legs to keep my hips moving, there is the scent of your cologne and my perfume.

We are confused in the 1, 2, 3, 3, 2, 1 of insanity, but that does not matter as long as we keep our eyes closed and we are all that matters in our denial.

 

Ta.