• This
    Beat
    Won't stop
    Torturing
    Me with undancing
    Aching and longing for the night.

    My
    Aches
    Are so
    Torturous
    I can't find a way
    To tell you how I miss your dance.

    When
    I
    Go to
    The dances
    I feel so apart
    I cannot find the new beats here

    You
    Left
    And I
    Lost the beat
    My dancing feet can't
    Find the beats you stole away with you

    When
    You
    Left with
    My beats you
    Took my liveliness
    And kept me from finding my feet

    I
    Hate
    How I
    Can't find you
    In this shadowy
    Darkness; I can't bear your brightness

    If
    We
    Can't touch
    What we had
    We cannot dance the
    Serene sweep of grace and beauty

    I
    Need
    Your touch
    On my hands
    And on my face--you
    Are my guiding softness in the dark

    Come
    Back
    To our
    Strange waltzing
    Where beauty is found
    Where lovely balance quiets us

    There
    Is
    A slow,
    Feeling touch
    From your arms on me
    And loving gentleness from you

    Your
    Eyes
    Draw me
    Into you
    With rapturous speed,
    Your soft scent crushing my senses

    With
    A
    Fluid
    Glance at your
    Eyes, framed in softness,
    Gold-dusted eyelashes, lowered

    Some-
    Day
    I will
    Find my beat
    And we can away
    Into the night, starry-eyed

    I
    Will
    Try to
    Soldier on
    Without your dancing
    Embraces; your warmth consumes me

    My
    Eyes
    Grow cold
    Without your
    Lively, dancing touch--
    Losing you has embitter'd me.

    This
    Hurts
    On a
    Personal
    Level; you didn't
    Want me anymore--I've lost you.