by Aly E., Warsaw, Poland,
To tango, rock, hip hop, to music, I
dance with him.
My toes on his toes, my youth to his adulthood, my hand in his hand, I
dance with him.
The river of music flows through my ears, not noticing whatýs happening
Around me while, I
dance with him.
We, together, bring down the house.
Motherýs unsatisfying face turns into a smile and laughs at our silliness, I
dance with him.
He twists and turns me, while my feet stand on top of his
Leading me the way, I
dance with him.
Setting me free, catching me again
My pajamas with his suit, I
dance with him.
In one world is where we are.
He looks at me and I do the same, I
dance with him.
The dance slowly fades away, as does the music and
We laugh, I know, he knows the dance we dance
Will always be danced by ... us.