The stars hide beneath the rain whilst we walk, but after the symphony is done, they are out, glistening on the slick ground above us, below us, in us. You jig in the puddles, gleeful where I am uncertain, navigating with ease the slippery places where my hesitation slides, gliding along the wet with wild control and easy abandon, pulling me with your smile into your dance.

Arms around your shoulders for purchase, I follow your lead, close my eyes, throw my head behind me to watch the stars, the world, spin. Everyone sees, but no one watches as the city passes us by.


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