Dance with Me

I don’t know who was more against it.

We always held each other in vice grips.

I waited for the cracking of bones like hearts.

Her husband grew flowers in Waimanalo.

She loved me, she loved me not.

I had a conscience, so did she.

We hugged on ground just high enough to be moral.

Wanting her exhausted me.

I didn’t need another next-lifetime love.

I wished our dance would never end.

She may not have been as lonely as I.

Both of us stopped at the same time.

The music ended,

And she walked back to her partner.

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