A grin to laugh away the fears

(has already, now)

Oh, I haven’t much time to rest anyhow. I’ll leave the chair for others to fill- my dance card is full up. In this twirl I cast a gaze your way while we spin ‘round opposite corners of the stage. Seems like less often now our fingers actually touch. But actuality is relative, and we all know relativity was the death of ends. The end of beginnings. Its better the dance is this way I think. Here I can see you all around the stage and mark out the steps: parallax.

These grinning eyes of mine across the stage and I have begun my aristeia. This is a new place for me across instead of next to your hands in mine. A gift some from Pallas and more from Phoebus (some strength through bare feet from this stage)- my steps aren’t so shaky with this brief intensity and I keep the time. I feel myself the time and tempo and truth. (what is truth?) Here I abandon the thoughts for laughter. The calculus problem, the painting and the glass of wine I will leave to be discussed under dim lights and sharp suits- it does not suit this new strength of mine. Never such delight as I feel now. I could dance the world around.

Still, love. I could dance the world around and it’s less matter of need than desire. This world is only so big and you’ll never be far from my eyes. Delight is a big feast to fill only one pair of eyes, one set of lips.