Pas de Deux

[rabidsamfan]

There are no words

No poetry or rhyme.

 

This is not a matter for discussion

                                for rhetoric

                                or even contemplation (until long afterward).

 

But most of all this is not a matter for regret.

 

Let all the world wonder at us

Let them chide

               Or gossip.

 

We know the truth in our every touch

 And for this moment we must act.

 

This day may never come again.

 

This night most certainly shall not.

 

Under this moon we are creatures without words, made of flesh

                                                                                          and blood

                                                                                          and bone

                                                                                          and sweet desire.

 

Tomorrow is soon enough for words

                                 

 

                                           Tonight, we dance.