Nina
Nina, slow dancing in the shadows of a party
That’s about to end
You call me with your gaze, knowing the rules of the game
Which you want to play
And i behoove, what could i do? as if there was an option that did not involve
Following you
As if there was a life to be lived carrying the weight of the regret
Of not even trying

Nina, you know i’m not a dancer but if you insist i don’t mind
Being taught by you
And as you put my hand in your back i can’t help but wonder
How far could it go
We move through the room, tiptoeing around the drunks
Who are laying on the floor
Like a two headed cat with a bird in its mind, trying
Not to make a noise

A step in the sand, your hand next to mine
A vision, a trace
Try not to forget
The dance of the seagull, the tango of the waves
The deafening silence
A forbidden exchange

New York in the winter, stolen Chardonnay
A prayer, a window
Your red negligee

Saxophone romance, Russian roulette
Coke in the bathroom
Remember my name

Nina