Cute Without the E

Dancing with the Left Footer

This is where I leave you.
No, this is where I stay.
The music will fade, the bartenders will leave, the bar will close.
Just don't let go.
In the absence of all, this tight embrace, with the finite buzz and smell, will keep us from spinning into oblivion.
I'll teach you the pattern. In this box all your faults will remain.
Step on my toes, the gin&tonic washes it away.
Forget the pace, my hand will guide you.
I'll lead. 
Don't fret.
This isn't when I leave.
This is when I stay.