Twirl

Twirl with me;
I’m dressed
As if I had died
Years ago.

Memories will
Wrap around us
Like rolls of
Fine silk.

You can never
Know for sure
Where our old waltz
Could go.

Wear your gloves
And we shall trot;
See the moon?
Pale as milk!

Twirl with me:
This music
Follows you
If you say no.