The notes bespoke a song of conviction; the righteous affliction which held no melody, held no memory, held no reality. Do you hear it? Do you fear it?

Tra lalala, do doobie dun

The mixture intoxicating the starved; lonely, foolish, undone. Does your heart take to beat or follow along in this song?

NO! I won’t have it!

I said dance with me, dance with me into the sea of loneliness of the repressed. Dance with me naked, flesh unadorned with scorn for all our forlorn; dance with me so I may be not one, but two and two we’ll see is easy to be if you stop your hesitation and give to me.

Move your feet.

One, two, three. One, two, three. Open your eyes, look at me. Do you see the ugly within me? It breeds like rabbits; feeds like a savage – messy, unexpected, a travesty for all to see yet blinded in this fantasy they sway like magic, rhythmically. You, too, can be unseen in this space, in this place for we dance with grace despite our indignant fallacies.

Open your ears!

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Now Breath!

What was is it you hear? The words in your head that fill you with dread? There is no permission you need, no remission to this rendition we currently hold; be bold, don’t fold – come away with me, dance with me until we collapse in perfect union, two lost souls that paid a toll too far, too long with silence to divide us. Dance with me in the moonlight until our flesh unravels around us and we become  one – a frequency that pays ode to none for we will never come undone.

Take my hand.

Now hold.