Dance

We are not our friends
But we are friends

If you dance with me,
Will you marry me too?

Are you on the hunt?
I think maybe it's hereditary, the prowling
The stalking on the floor.

Or maybe self-fulfilling,
The flirtation,
The analysis,
The success under the ceiling fans.

Sharing makes us the same.
I am honored
And the world is about you, too.