sayoshi

turn around and
i will dance with you
again

i was small when we first spun -
my heart was noisy with
fear,

the outline of you
was a pheromone that
buzzed into the gap

then time tampered

with our compromiso

and distance ruled

memory trumped -

real transformed to
story,

phantoms paced

until the curve was rounded
and the
atoms of you alighted

the imprint revealed
nothing ever
disappears