Firstly, I want your kiss.
Your dancing touched me though less secure that other women –
dazzling, it was dazzling.
It conjured a look I had once through a window (at our house),
waiting.
Now I write your name on my skin!
Now my hands are cold and my body hungry for return!
(Some element supposes you will return and I, forgiven.)
Press on with happy lips – lips that dissolve at the moment
we meet them.
So turn again.
It is all to frequent that we wish it well for others –
So believe ourselves this once!
Dance is best but what of afterwards?
There can be little more to say except return.
What moves slowly, moves well and by every kiss
a second second of
you.