Surviving the Second Semester

I hear the sentiment in your voice, I see the eyes in your reflection, I feel your presence, all consuming, Your glee at finding your own perfection, You are the center of your floor, Skin deep, but down to the very core,

Who is 'Anon'?

Learning a new style of dance, taking it to new heights, aim to be seamless, all in a trance, holding my new partner tight. Long to perfect and perform, a rhythm and style of our own, two different dancers together reformed, a beat that was previously unknown.

After the sun set we met regularly in the twilight zone, Dark anonymous self-conscious-less safety. In darkness the new found boundaries fade away, Love can be passionate without thought or bind.