a montage of mornings in bed with coffee and the sun shining through the curtains realizing that this night out of all the nights of your fragmented existence wasn't spent alone it was spent with them magnificent ethereal hypnotic their eyes creak open and rapidly close the light is a little too heavenly they smile and softly approach your gaze now you're both smiling both of you know there's no need to say anything what is there to say good morning is too practical i love you as cliche and perhaps left for a better day maybe whatever it is
should exist within those words that were never spoken silent acknowledgements of shared memories to be and wholehearted promises of the many more that will follow none of it needs to be stated just little actions making coffee tying shoes brushing the arm it's scary trying to convey so much with so little both of you need to be on the same page for great lengths of time without ever mentioning the page number let alone the chapter it's a tight walk rope a trust fall operating in so much silent space hoping and knowing that they'll be right beside
you perhaps this is why dancing is so romantic a form of expression characterized by expert communication with nothing more than our clumsy bodies this is a dance outside of choice for whatever reason you've both recognized some sort of natural coordination and now you're going to see how far you can take it but it's not like you planned this performance it's more like you fell into it like a terrible accident in fact you may come to realize that this power one individual holds over you is absolutely terrifying could you live without this person freud believed that
grief was anger turned inward we feel a sort of anger towards those we love because of the power they hold over us and when they're gone we have nowhere to orient that anger other than towards ourselves this stupid person out of all the potentially flawlessly beautiful strangers you have passed on the street and this is the one if only you could walk away and then only then would you be free from worry from fear from arguing over the dishes but his availability freedom perhaps but this too is freedom our dance is just as much mine
as it is yours each move informs the other both yours and mine each transgression every eye roll and tear and message left on red all of the late night calls both desperate and empty and light and profound i've found someone and you have found someone and each of us has found each other a reflection and catalyst of all of this personality and emotion and passion and love and all that is each other truly thanks for making me coffee next one's on me [Music] you
