Through the Blooms

She's dancing

through the black celebration.

The feet barely touch the ground,

covered in a blooms.

Disgusted by a memories,

she keeps her body waving.

Writhering in a passion,

gone by a midnight.

And then suddenly,

just one little touch,

just one slight kiss,

interrupting in the daydreaming.

She can't wake up,

impossible say goodbye.

So she keeps dancing,

through the blooms.