Swing Dancing in the Street

It is hard to believe, it feels like in a dream, a beautiful dream. Maybe it is a dream ... but oh, forget it all! Forget it and just live for the moment! My head is whirling from the music ... what music? There isn't any music and yet ... I hear it, I feel it. It is like the music from the dance club on the corner of 4th and Main. It's ages since I left it, since I saw Him, sitting there, shy, alone. I wished He'd ask me to dance, but when the swing music came on and He got up in my direction ... I just left, ran out like a frightened deer. I was afraid it would be like with Jeremy, that He'd break my heart like Jeremy ... but He is here, dancing with me in a dream ... or reality. I can't tell one from the other and I won't try.

Live for the moment.

I see His face when He stood there on my doorstep ... "Will you dance with me?", He stood there "Will you dance with me?". And that feeling of my hand in His ... and His arm around my waist, our bodies moving to the rhythm, to that inaudible rhythm. I feel the vibration, but it's only my heart. I am alive! ... in a dream, a wonderful dream.

He twirls me ... I hear the beat ... what beat? It's only my heart. We dance faster and faster and faster, the ground is moving underneath my feet. I could go on like this forever ... always ... forever.

Swing dancing in the moonlight ...

with Him.