With Whom I Must Always Dance

i stumble blindly across this barren wasteland each twist and turn tumultuously teetering as i kick sand upward to a solstice summer sky grains now glittering crystals a thousand kisses on my skin set brazenly ablaze by the white sun beating down in all its burning glory the soles of my feet scorched charred almost black moving with these whirling winds that warp my waltzes put perfectly in-time by the devil with whom i must always dance who delicately takes my hand placed on his chest inside he says could be the heart i heal the touch i hold that may one day make him a better man

dance again he

says

again

again