Dancing Skinless in Salt

"Dancing Skinless in Salt"
 
Waltz as prelude to a kiss
We went dancing skinless,
And I remember wondering this:
What if our lips miss
The move for a bit of bliss?
So hours circling
Hips slowly churning
A frenzy to forget
There's never a safe bet,
Maybe we could love the regret,
And yet,
Not until strolling in a storm of salt,
Home feeling like a burial vault,
Caution seemed a fault.
Neither sensing a sign to halt
Head over heels somersault
Lightning flashing together
Zero doubt whether
No longer lost, but sought.
All hesitation an afterthought
Tying a lover's knot
To keep a heart caught.