Dance time

By: your sweet suicide

My heart is in knots.

This feeling is strange to me.

This emotion is not new.

It is revisited.

The girl I see.

Turns away every time I talk.

But soon heads upstairs.

The night has begun.

Your dress is silk.

My suit is Satan.

The ballroom is filled.

We are allowed to dance.

The lights dim.

I can feel your breath on my neck.

Lipstick smears.

Untied knots.

The dance heats up.

The music gets faster.

We try to keep up with the pace.

The room is in a blur.

The music ends.

The lights come back on.

Everyone is in a panic to leave.

We stand there,

looking into each others eyes.

For the longest time.

Not budging.

Not breathing.