Let us dance here, without floor, without leather soles, because this is where cathexis has turned to love.

Stepping towards you, away from a vowess. Under your arm and spinning back, rhythm is the hopeful promise of our lives in sync.

Day brimmed with Falstaffian fun and laughs, sunset excites hearts in more affectionate ways.

Sand will not let our moves flounder as feet felly mirror each other, balanced and steady in both body and soul. ; )