The night before the moon was round
I saw two familiar strangers in the street
The air was late and tipsy
And magnificent
Scent
Full of sound
I saw two familiar strangers
Sharing a moment of truth
Their black suits
Suiting the deep-dark cloth
Of the night
Which screamed to be young
White collars were hiding
The little secrets
Under their collarbones
Moving slowly up and down and up and down
In the slightest attempts
Not to breathe
I saw what cannot be named with words
For they are gone the moment you say them
Dance with me, love
For I know you can