We'd be in a dance I do not understand
and I'd be as human as inhumanly possible.
My back upright, my hair well done
and I'd smile at the right places, might just be witty.
And you'd laugh-reaffirming my wit and humanness..
And we'd talk-for silence stuns us both.
It makes you awkward and it makes me numb.
And as you'd flow, I'd stutter-
A piece of me with you.
Another censuring what i say.
Another marvelling at the dynamics and the apparent spontaneity of it all.
Yet another concious of this fragmentation, of the hollowness from which I stem..
And if we're lucky-we might just end up revealing ourselves.
And though god wills this rarely-
but I might just lose myself in the dance..