Every time I see him, I just want to eat him up with my eyes.
I’m afraid of my overwhelming emotion towards him in my inner core.
I’m afraid of seeing him, dancing with him, feeling his breath on my hair. I hesitate to go to milonga for a month just because that I can't resist him. I'm aware that a wave of déjà vu will carry a dizzy swirl through my mind.
Still, we met again, in a really crowded milonga.
I looked at him. He returned me with a smile, the smile was cheeky , warm and affectionate. This was a sign of distance, implying that we should be distantly friendly in the milonga.
He tried to add colours between us. I could feel that, but I didn’t know what to do with the colour between us.
Colour to me is too real. It doesn't allow too much of a dream. The more you throw black into a colour, the more dreamy it gets. Black has depth. you can go into it, and because it keeps on continuing to be dark, the mind kicks in, and a lot of things that are going on in there become manifest. And you start seeing what you're afraid of. You start seeing what you love, and it becomes like a dream.
We are two fishes in the dark.
We shouldn’t talk.
We should just dance tango.