But Dance

You could lie so still to fool the color from your cheeks.
The warmth over you leaves and cruses
While you drift off to drudgery;
Your soft steps away from the hectic
vocabulary of the stressing current.

Wish away your now, sweet thing.

It’s lovely to drown in a romantic way,
but life is better saved for the moments
where stillness looms in the day.

You could lie so still and pale,
but dance for me now,
to heat up and heal.