Dance.

Dance with me, because you can

and because I can.  Forget the world,

for you can always return.  The land

and I are your oyster, considering that you are my pearl.

Take my hand in yours as if you mean it.

Do not be afraid to squeeze what you

would think is too hard.  Your grip is the only fit

that keeps my fingers wanting to continue true.

Pull me close, as near as possible

so that I might forget my necessary departure.

Hold me as if I were your anchor responsible

for allowing you to stay near shore.

You have to go back to her, I know that, I do.

Have mercy, in giving me just a short

amount of your time.  Give me a cue

when it is time to bring me back to my realistic court.