as we waltz in the breeze.
Feel the gentleness of our hands,
this is what touching should be.
The only clapping to be heard
is the sound of both of our shoed feet,
soft against the concrete
that glows only like this, at this time of night.
There needs to be nothing more,
then our breathing mingling in the cool air.
There is something so beautiful,
in simply existing without expecting more.
While this may seem a dream,
I promise you are as awake as the sky.
This is life beyond surviving.
This is softness in existence.
Dance with me.