Is this normal yet?

A song came on. It was 
What Have I Done to Deserve 
This, with Dusty Springfield
and Pet Shop Boys
and as you do,
I imagined you

Stepped to me in
wracked duet and we
wrecked our hearts in
pirouette and sweeping 
grandeur of the dance, 
and striking pose, 

we sang like a bet
between heaven and hell
over which we'd get,

and we shone
and we wept
smiling and
dying. 

Whereas in real life, 
we'd never so much 
as practiced all that!  

Anyway, the song 
was done. My cheeks 
were wet.