Save Me the Waltz
(musings because I picked up a book, saw a play in London, and can’t stop feeling the things around me)
I don’t know Zelda’s interpretation of Save me the Waltz. I wonder what inspired that book. I have yet to read it anyway. Its still sitting on my nightstand. But I was in the Harold Washington Library and had just acquired my new card and I figured I should get a really good book so that it would always show on my record.
I remembered seeing the Beautiful and the Damned in London and wanting to know more and more about F. Scott and Zelda Fitzsgerald. Besides, I had read the Great Gatsby last summer and loved it. So I found myself googling her name as we are so apt to do. “Save me the Waltz” came up. Such a 1920’s romantic yet something not quite right title. So I found the book and checked it out. Again, I have yet to read it. But I’m drawn to words and titles. And well pretty things as well. And so this title has been ringing in my ear for the past two weeks.
Save me the Waltz.
Save me the Waltz
And then save me your heart
This orchid of a body shaped to fit into your soul
Is yearning for more than your touch.
And I know that the physical dance
Is enough to leave a strong man begging
But for once I’d like your heart before you leave.
Chicago at 2am is a lonely place
Strange shadows intoxicated with liquid death
Attempting to procrastinate the given psycho-sematic break
And you call
And you say
That you love me
No. You desire me.
You want to dance with me.
You say the waltz because its more romantic
You dare not say you just need me closer.
And being who I am
If the waltz will give me your heart
I’ll dance the night away.
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