Wishful Thoughts

The floor fell out from under me.

Can't believe i'm not dancing anymore.

Count to four, take a breath, count to three,

And feel the soaring sound of your footsteps

Approaching me.

Take my hand and i'll try to keep my legs from twitching,

My heart from switching beats.

There is a steady pulse that guides us between

The notes that unfold and eyes that hold hazy hearts

And wishful thoughts of all that could be

As i stumble into you, as you catch me.

The room spun round our feet.

Fall and falter, trying to maintain my strength.

Count to four, take a breath, count to three,

And feel the steady pulse of your breath

Guiding me.

Take my hand and i'll try to keep my legs from twitching,

My heart from switching beats.

There is a steady pulse, a tension between the space of our bodies

And the strength of my knees. shaky hands,

Trying to land on my feet

As i stumble into you, as you catch me.

Your lips in their roundness,

Your arms in their soundness,

Your breath is the pulse that i need.

Your touch guides me to believe.

So take my hand and i'll try to keep my legs from twitching,

My heart from switching beats.

There is a steady pulse that guides us between

The notes that unfold and eyes that hold hazy hearts

And wishful thoughts of all that could be...