by Ariele Chow

Created on: March 22, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Innocent at first,
A glance,
A smile-
From across the room-
And the game begins.
We are the only two dancing,
Or so it seems.
A soft touch lures me in,
Already anticipating
What is yet to come.
He draws me in closer,
And closer,
And closer.
His breath grazes the back of my neck,
And his nose follows the curve of my face to meet mine.
A pause.
Yes,
This is where it ends,
And begins.
And yes,
Drunk Joe will be remembered.
The memory of the temporary rush,
Of the anonymous man.
Yes, he will be remembered,
Forever.
Unfortunately.

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