Dancing under starlight, although I haven’t a clue of dancing. I look at you in your eyes and I lose myself in them. I get on your feed on tip toes and I get carried away by your dancer steps. Maybe with each swing we climb a step, perhaps halfway through the song we’ll have reached the sky.
What beautiful are your eyes up here! I can see the moon shining reflected in them, or maybe I can see my eyes in yours. What warm your kisses feel so close to the sun!, they can’t take me higher; next stop Saturn.
And without knowing why we look at our feet that, barefoot, no longer touch the ground; now we dance among millions of stars.
And the light of the moon, tremulous and shameless, crosses our skin that, translucent, reveals two souls at the mercy of the last chords.