let's dance

sweaty palm in sweaty palm. left leg joins the right one. 

her face before mine feels like the right one. right foot joins the left one. I no longer feel like the left one.

she’s just learning how to dance and it’s easy to carry her on my toes - our worries fell off our shoulders. 

swaying under the dim light, we feel light again.

I want it to be flushed cheek on flushed cheek. 

a cigarette is hanging from my mouth to keep distance and ashes fall between us every time I laugh. autumn is near. 

it’s okay because the room is cheap enough not to have a working smoke alarm. summer is still here.

cold fingers on warm back. cold or warm, I don’t want the silent mornings back.

hotel radio dies and we let go