At me.....For now you are young it is time to dance, so I walk across the floor and ask. My old bones have not forgotteen the steps. It is the partner, the alpha and omega of the equation. And as I cup you in these battered old arms. I am ...in the open. I have had enemies in the fray closer than lovers. And lovers charge closer than skin. A tune played on and with entrails. Part divinatination, part exocism. My steel will sing. Shall we dance?...At me
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