across a floor where no one dances


she leans in like
laughter; their hands

link, twine. it’s not
yet but the cruel

cusp of april, and she
yearns

for fire-rimmed
decembers.

the way her legs
cross says she

must have stories no-
one knows.

his eyes blaze
like sun-

lit secrets & i wonder
if he’s heard ’em, if

she loves him
that bad.

14 thoughts on “across a floor where no one dances

  1. this rocks…i love that the way her legs cross say she has stories…and the wonder if he know them…mmm…def some heat behind this one…

    and hey i will see you in a few days so can i request this one?

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