How about you dance with me every night?
How about after I spend the whole day dancing, I come home to you and really dance?..so that I can dance again in my sleep and wake up with a song to make me dance again all day..
In all this movement and stillness...in all this breathing and breathlessness there is you and then you and then you.
Sometimes you don't even know you but I see you's and they are every possible glorious manifestation of life's children..
Like a little boy ,like a big Papa...like a little Papa (a papa 'lilla')..like a big boy ..you inspire and agitate the life blood in me to live more life..My water centres whirl and burst and flow and trickle all at once..I can feel my colours form a rainbow around the moon and stand beneath it with you..
You can be my Jean Kelly and we can be 'singing in the rain' or my Humphrey Bogart and send warm currents down my spine every time you say "here's lookin at you kid"..and even my Shah Rukh Khan- throw your arms wide open to the sky and promise to be my deewaana forever.
Have you noticed how unabashedly insular this is..?..just like those mummys and daddys with their super-babies and those "us" "us" married couples! See what you do to me!
Dude you are my chick flick handsome 'kutta' and my sex bomb- all life long- dance partner and my jaan bachcha and scary papa (not always ! don't worry)...
I know you thinking "here she goes again asserting her unreal identities onto real old me"..but don't worry, we'll be magical and celestial as long as every day I'm curious to meet a you and brave enough to say goodbye to another you...and I am.. I am.. I so so am.
Cos you love me and I love you and that is really really something.
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