76. Ball room dancing in the dark

I picture you
walking towards me
across the infinite space
that lies between us
these days

your steps reverberate
in the silent corridor
heel, step, heel, step
like slap, pull, slap, pull
of a '77 fretless
fender jazz bass

you're my favorite riff
coming in
a sixteenth late
everytime
giving me that
magical delay
to which I got hooked on

you look up
and when our eyes match
the dissonant chords
from the rhodes come in
as your face ignites
the whole room

the air I'm missing inside
is my breath taken by you
to float above ground
using those
aerodinamic
hips of yours
so I can easily
lift you up
to the
chandelier filled skies
and spin you
round and round
like this story
we're leading

nothing comes
to my mind
so sudden
and can take me
so far away
like your smile
in any random
moment
of my day

I let that funky
wah guitar
scratch my soul
as it tries to
reach inside
this hard shell
covered scar
you've left
on my chest
knowing
it has no chance
at all

all this
daydreaming
takes place
within
a blink of an eye
and in
that instant
you're gone

I'm left dancing
on my own
but I don't mind

it could have
been better
but hey
it could have
been worse

I could have
not have
anything
to remind
you at all

at least
you left
good music
and nice scents
in the air
and a genuine
smile
on my face