3-2-1

work from class

One two- Lights dancing overhead in peripherals, and they;

Spinning and stopping, whirling and breathing in complete rhythm.

His hand on her waist over fabric, hers at his neck on wispy hairs.

Warm breath mingling in their midst damp skin on skin,

Their eyes catch and hold for one-two-three, blink and

One-two-three, spin out and catch your breath, one-two-three

And break. Carefully maneuvering around the other duos

tripping on each other’s feet and each other’s thoughts

pull in closer, spin in tighter. Faster, faster but then;

Slowed down, they read like one.

His black jacket blends with her black satin

And their skin melds and blends like paint.

Blink and you can see their shadows hovering behind,

Floating above their twisted bodies, entwined in secretly desired embrace.

Tighter his grip becomes, and quicker her breathing goes,

The shadows distorted into melting masked faces.

The lights dim and tint red their hair, the sounds blur together

Into a ceaseless drone, a muffled headache of noise.

Faster, faster sped up now, sucked back to real life back to the beat.

One-two-three and turn and bow, twinkling lights and laughing eyes.

They turn again, once more to the tinny piano melody fading out,

One…two…. stop.