Romance
Come dance with me
Not under the moon
Or your balcony beneath the stars
Not overlooking a gentle image
On your cold apartment floor
Where the wood is starting to chip away
With the lights put out
Breath mingling in cold air
I won't dress up
I won't expect you to either
No candlelit dinner beforehand
No sight for satisfaction
Music isn't necessary
Nor the rhythm of our hearts
Just slow, sweeping movements
Disjointed entirely
There will be no rose petals
No soft, silk sheets afterwards
No warm breeze through your room
Pure silence isn't right either
No speaking as well
There will be no whispered words
Nor sweet nothings
No soul searches either
Confessions won't be present
I don't need admissions
Words of love will be silent
Touches will be few
I don't need to be romanced
Never saw the point with you
It would seem wrong
Being pushy never solved much
But come dance with me
Across the hardwood floor
In the dank apartment
Where he moon does not shine
Where no sweet scents touch on
No soothing music played
With no lights on
In your apartment.