I turn round and round
I feel the trance of a Sufi dance
I am tired and I fall
You pick me up, tired and weary yourself
We sigh together
In an old rhythm that knows what its like to lose in love
In a dream, you and me
We sit and you read to me
Hoping to hide and calm the roar of our feelings
Our fingers intertwine
At times pulling away and at times coming together
I feel your calluses and softness of your hands
I tuck your hand into my chest
And fall asleep
I awake and I am afraid
My hair flies like a flag in the wind
Glorious, unbound and untethered
My chest rises and falls
I dance for now