he bounces when he walks and the world hums to his rhythm. When I first saw him he was dancing in cashmere and I couldn't help to ask: how does one so tall dance so subtlety? his reply was sufficiently grand: its the sweater. Continuing on with the night, I tried to ignore the obvious that was staring at me across the smoke and mirrors. He was singularly sublime and I was waiting for the crash so we compromised when closing time wouldn't. Leaving the fabulous to play cranium until 5. Graceful movements between hands and shuffling feet: we have to dance to that song! Show me how to salsa to Stevie wonder. They watched we turned I lifted he sang the sun shone the night gave in limbs began their descent but my thoughts would not as they returned again and again to the slow samba that was our beginning. Forgive the metal detector around my heart but it has kept what you want someday safe.