Fill the spaces between my fingers with your fingers, and we will have one last brief, eternal dance. I will dance so fast my legs break; I will dance so hard my glass slippers will shatter and cut up my feet. You will squeeze my waist so hard, my ribs will splinter. You will hold me for so long, your handprints will become permanent on my hips. You may step on my feet, but I won't feel it through the blood loss-induced numbness. I will think you are a marvelous dancer, keeping my eyes on the rose pinned to your lapel. So fill the spaces between my fingers with your fingers, and we will dance.

We will have one last brief, eternal dance.