We would dance to the sunflower sway,
and the reflection of the lake
by the music thumping in our chest.
The sun could tease us for all it’s worth.
I’m going to hold you tight,
let your breathe around my neck.
The butterflies envy our naked bodies
whenever we flit to the rhythm of the wind
across the field.
That could be just the day but it isn’t anymore,
because you rather her in your arms.
And I dance for you no more.