Those Soft Oniric Rumours

I asked you to dance, my sweet one, my lovely one, I asked you to dance away into dark corners, dark alleys, dark destinies that would in fact challenge this sad order of things...I asked you to fall, my only desire, my wave from the sea of nothingness, I asked you to fall with me to the middle section of damnation to grow flowers and drink herbs and descend even further with a strange logic for abyss consumption...

Yet falling and dancing are things to be asked at moments unknown, and not knowing a thing about moments is not quite the same...

Howling and forlorn longing have taken the place of dancing and falling, dancing and falling, dancing and dancing forever in no place at all, falling and falling soundly stuck to the ground, modestly holding each other's breath...oh, hold me, hold me, hold me, my wave from the sea of nothingness!!! Hold me, hold my breath, gasp my spirit, my wave from the sea nothingness, clasp in your soft little hand the heart of my desperate howl.