The Last Waltz in the Galaxy

The Last Waltz in the Galaxy

There is nothing left.
We have reached the end of the world.
A giantess, blank paper page extends in every direction like a 1980’s dream.
There is no way back, because we didn’t follow a path here; we just arrived. There is no way forward because time must have a stop…and it has. It is a stark and deadly stop without confines; just a lapping tongue of paper beneath us. There are now only three things left in existence:

Me: I am wearing a soft black 1930’s suit with a white shirt. It is old and worn and lends me an air of a black-and-white t.v. detective I have black brogues that have become estranged from polish a long time since. I have a fat beige tie but I don’t have braces.

A gramophone: It boasts a repeat arm meaning the music can never stop. We will never reach our play-off. A scratched, tinny waltz plays over and over and over and over.
And over.

You: Wearing what I think is a 1930’s dress. It is black and white and the black seems so much more impenetrable for the white paper surrounding us. Your hair is long and darkened red; approaching chestnut. It runs loose to the small of your back. One of the places I have laid my hands in gentleness. You wear black high heeled shoes.
I was taken in by your clavicles. They quivered through your olive skin like the curve of an elegant instrument. They drew me in and through them I was introduced to your neck; such a sweet, sensual curve. My fingers felt your pulse reflect the effect of my approach.
That ladder of kisses I have climbed up and down that neck by!

Now there is nothing. Our bodies are clasped together like two words of a lie. My hand strokes your hair desperately. For a moment you cradle my face in your hands and I think I might be broken porcelain. We share a sprinkling of tears as others share whispers.

We are dancing a waltz that will never end; a waltz that can never end.

We are stuck music.
We are monochrome and approaching chestnut.
We are trapped in the non-place.

We will never be more than eternal strangers sharing the last waltz in the galaxy.