I want to dance

with you

across the miles


Your sweet left hand,

my waist,

guides to an isle

deserted, filled with sands

of joy...

We spin a while

'Til we can't stand,

fall down

landing,

not landing,

floating,

yes, grounded,

soaring

from cliffs into

Acapulco blue.


Come

dance with me

across the miles.

I want

to touch you,

kiss you,

make you smile.