The cautious dance

So cautious yet so intense.

We dance this dance that makes us dizzy and breathless,

making hands grasp and nail scratch,

yet we have a hard time admitting so.

Our sarcastic remarks fill the space that emotion makes,

our silence so precious and comfortable.

The days when ours eyes meet,

like two lonely people trying to reach the other.

Trying to reach where no one has gone because it’s too dark,

where the demons live.

Those moments when we open the doors,

and let the demons burn,

letting one help the other in relieving the pain.

The moments when we simply exist,

laughing and letting go,

just happy to be with the other because our souls are lonely.

Those moments when we let the emotions seep in and settle,

acknowledging their presence with kindness.

Those moments when our souls cling to each other,

not bothering to hide behind the painted faces of our masks,

when we submit to the fragile hope that someday we can cope.

Those moments when our souls exchange wisdom,

tongues pushing through the flower to get the sweetness within.

We dance this dance,

hoping to find something we couldn’t reach.

We go farther and faster,

letting the high of it all make us forget what we hide from the vultures that fly above.

The dance is so fragile,

yet we continue to move in careful yet impulsive movements,

never letting the other out of our sight.

Nobody knows when the song ends,

nobody knows when the music turns into dead air.

Neither of us can control what we seem to know,

no one person can control the emotions that stir quietly.

Hands can only continue to pull,

bodies can only continue to arch and peak,

letting the emotions rush through our veins.

Our mouths can only meet again and again,

tongues pushing through the mask of the light.

We continue to dance,

but for how long we don’t know.

Nobody can tell,

so we just continue to hold on,

and reach deeper,

until the air turns stale.