Closing Time

ten more minutes, sir.
only ten till you can dance
after that it's closing time
we have to shut the music down
the music is already low
mired in the deep yellow glow
of a muted room where
we throw words at each other
our fingers dance
as they forge
into territories unknown
while we sit alone
in different corners of this room
five more minutes, sir
after that you must leave
look at this audacity, you sigh
can you even believe?
are we bound by distance
or concepts of time?
i smile and say nothing
for this question needs no answers
not for our kind of dancers
when the clock hits the time
the room freezes
as you move the minute hand
ten minutes behind
there is still time
to closing time
shall we dance some more?