slow dancing to nina simone, alone, at 12:17am
To no one I sing, “And I’ll love you ’til the poets / Run out of rhyme / Until the Twelfth of Never / And that’s a long, long time.” Yes, a very long time indeed, Miss Simone. A very long time indeed…
All of which I am prepared to wait. And love, perhaps.
“Until the Twelfth of Never / I’ll still be loving you.” I do know someone who would like this song. See there, in the looking glass, she wants to dance with me.
“Hold me close / Never let me go.” Okay, then. Let’s dance.