Don't Drink Bees

Come
Take my hand
I hear the violins
Calling us to a waltz
I could dance all night

Let's swing
The big bands are playing
Toss me in the air
And I'll land in
Your arms

Hear the carnival?
Staring deep
Into each other's eyes
We merengue
To passionate rhythms

Rain begins to fall
And the players pack up
Their instruments
Place them in their cases
Our hands drop to our sides
We search the street
For another dance

A trumpet lures us inside
A club with a neon sign
Swaying in separate
Corners of the room
To the blues

A river of tears
Carries us down the street
To a roomful of moshers
We writhe to the discordant sounds
We sweat, we tire
We stumble down the street
Maybe it's time
To end the night?

The sound of thunder
Sends us running inside again
A torch singer takes the stage
Beautiful, sad, lonely
We stare across the table
Too far away to grasp
One another's hands

I hear another melody outside the door
Competing with the diva's song
Is it swing, an orchestra, a salsa band?
Am I hearing the wails of blues or jazz?
Or maybe it's reggae, beach music, or disco?

I motion towards the door
Are you ready for another whirl
On the dance floor?
I can't promise you a waltz
There are a lot of torch songs out there

I rise, hold out my hand
May I have this dance?