FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

now take comfort with me
in this empty hall where we are the only
ones left

when the sound of silence creeps in every
tile of the floor

when i can hear the anxious beatings of
your heart

i entertain no fear in this chosen field of
loneliness

i am extending my hand to your hand and
i hum an old music in my mind, and i say,

" will you dance with me? please..."