Dance me to the end of love

the air is smokey. the lights shine through in beams catching a whirl of hair or the swirl of a skirt. dance me to your beauty with a burning violin. shadows turning in a frenzy. I can't see fully, but I feel so much. you spin into my arms and I get the chance to look into your eyes and kiss your lips then you are replaced by another body. I like the way our bodies move together, but I don't like the waxiness of your hands in mine. The muted trumpet blats through the smokiness and I look over your shoulder. the shapes of potential loom just beyond your pale shoulders. We cling to each other wondering what happens next. dip, turn turn turn, steppp steppp, stop and repeat. dah dee dah dee doo. You're mean to me, why must you be mean to me? Gee honey it seems to me you like to see me crying. I remember not caring what the steps were, but you insisted the steps were the most important part and now I am concerned that I don't know the dance. I falter and stumble. I want to just feel the music again. I want A trip to the moon on gossamer wings. I Just want one of those things.