Fantasy Dance
It’s been a while now
since we danced–
hands on hips or shoulders
or holding other hands–
and I can’t help but think
how nice it would be
to find ourselves tentatively
reaching for each other,
experiencing a gradual
release in a dark room
under flying lights
and inside the thrumming
music that dances itself,
leaning into us as we
lean into it and feel
the vibrations, our
Palpitations, and that catch
in our throats when we
fall into our lingering glance.
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