I Wanted to Dance with You

I wanted to dance with you,
I wanted a music of colourful parrots,
to spin endlessly
on a pier lashed by squalls.
Patchwork sky,
blue chasing grey,
chiaroscuro afternoon,
I wanted the flying fish
and your tiny feet,
and a day without a sad cello.
I wanted to touch
the goose bumps on your neck,
just once and only lightly.
I wanted the fear of failure
and the defenseless moon,
to be alone with the sadness you gave me
and a dejected sea.
Because you are young and careless,
and cruel like the silent assault of whales,
I wanted to dance to a song
of exotic birds.

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