ā.Ė āļø WALTZING ACROSS THE MILKY WAY.
The art of waltzing for the first time is conspicuous; finding the rhythm, awkwardly humming to the melody, the laughs when you inevitably bump into one thing or one another.
You waltz through worlds as the played notes fill the room, guiding and intertwining you as you do the one most intimate thing people can do ā you dance.
While doing that you learn how to feel them; how to move alongside them. When the song slows down and you lean your head against their body as the waltz turns into swaying, the hand that used to be on your shoulder-blade travelling lower to rest on your waist.
People tend to know when itās your first dance with someone, especially at a young age. Thereās an innocence behind it. The warmth of the person will encapsulate you, leaving you to breathe in their scent and drink in their movement.
You canāt hold their gaze, you stare at their shoes and notice how scuffed up they areāmaybe theyāre polished, all you know is that you canāt step on them.
I meet you at the spin where everyone switches their original partner. Your hand shakes as you reach for me and I wrap my arms around your neck. You dance better than most, I find myself fitting in perfectly in your form. I hear you mumbling about nervousness, and I nod. We havenāt done this before, of course you mess up the first steps before we all into our very own rhythm.
Our very own dance, to whatever song of our choice. You glance at me all starry eyed and Iām glad youāre holding onto me. The smile plastered across your lips might be the cause of my death but itās a passing Iād welcome with open arms.
We dance across the stars and soon every problem was forgotten, every part of us is intertwined and I forget why I was so afraid in the first place. I see Saturn and I soon also see Neptune. We orbit the sun before continuing our path above. I ramble about the beauty and you ramble about the factsāwe do make perfect pair, donāt we?
I enjoy the feeling of being interlaced with your body, our souls mending together to bend into a shape I havenāt figured out yet. You spin me around as we watch over the Milky Way, my pair of eyes landed on you, however. Surrounded by versions of us in the sky, I still reached for you the entire time, enclosing my arm around you and bringing you impossibly closer.
We waltz around the galaxy and head towards the Andromeda, a place nobody knows us and weād be free from judgement and the guilt. A scene we might call home. We fade into one as we reach the strange galaxy at the same time the sun arises on the strange rock that used to be our harbour, the one we spent the night escaping. I smile ruefully, knowing my upcoming kismet. At last, I steal one last look at my darling as the stars around me fade away.
The singing of the birds causes me to stir. The cold sun tickles my nose, the parts not under my blanket freeze. The heated water bottle is still beside me, as is the pillow my arm is curled around. I feel impossibly cold as I recognise the loss of warmth I felt moments ago, despite it being the dead of night. The realisation of my fictional world dawns on me, quietly comprehending my mistaken perception of reality as opposed to fantasy.
It was truly such a shameāyou were such a wonderful dancer.
