Dance With Me

If I asked you for just one time,
To dance with me,
Would you?
Do you think we would be able,
To sync our feet,
And for once move them together,
Instead of opposite ways?
Do you think we could look into,
Each other’s eyes,
And see only a passion for music?

If I asked you for just one time,
To dance with me,
Would you ask me why?
Or would you tap along,
Assuming it’s okay,
To just dance for a while.
After all, what bad can come out,
Of a dance?

Unless,
The dance is a ploy,
If I told you,
To dance means to take his life,
To dance means to stab him,
With a knife,
Until the red gashes spill out blood,
As lava in an eruption,
Making a warm salty stream,
Thick in the beginning,
Then slowly becoming more watery,
The knife stained a permanent red.

If I asked you for just one time,
To dance with me,
Would you?

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