Reconnect: A grid of lines mapped and moving.

(these streets a new circuit)

The library was not for me. The city streets, though, to prowl get the blood flowing. There is color in my cheeks again.

A dance? (and a grin) darling I would love to. I forgot to listen for the music, forgot the hum of rail lines that places you permanently in my peripheral resonance [w = sqrt (k / m )], snapped into perfect standing waves. Here our steps are mapped out and familiar, node to node and note to note. (a nod, acquiesce) No more of this slipping, sliding- I’ve emerged without any bruises though I know you have a few. But you were always a strong dancer. I can read those deep undertones and light overtones that resonate between your mouth and your eyes when you glance my way.

Glance my way,

Dance my way.

Allegro vivace (a kick, step and sway) as if the music never paused for we who are binary stars. Back again in some old approach, some twist and spin- matching the tempo pulse for pulse. This stage is coming together now. The orchestra’s caught the strains, the countermelodies to our steps [y=Asin(wt)]. And now, darling? We’ve a world to conquer through that moonlit window behind the curtain. They insisted on waiting outside. Some fear of theirs (shrug) I don’t know. I always wanted to stay inside, but even that wasn’t enough. Now we have move through these lines- no longer, I feel, defined by static variables. [define P^2=4(π^2)(A^3)/G(m1+m2)]