Les Folies d'Espagne

I—don’t know. But you:

Will you dare to dance

Les Folies d’Espagne?

I—can endure the pace

Of waiting and waning

Slowly into silences, and

Raising, immense, beyond

Again, and again—but you?

I—am. Waiting. Waning.

Why I do not know. I was

Asking you: are you there?

Will you dare to take my

Hand and gaze and the rest?

Can we let ourselves behind,

Like cloths on the floor, and

Move on without steps?

I—am here. Shall we?