A dance
Right there,
on those four square feet of space,
of vinyl, or tile, or cement- you danced
Disco lights touching your beer cold skin,
you glowed-pink and yellow
and blue and red and green
Your eyes indigo, ears sparked orange.
You are a rainbow saint
and I, a rainbow junkie,
most patron of your patrons,
shroud in purple.
Right there,
you stood, dream manifest to me
I stared with starry eyes,
stunned at the impossible,
net-captured by the possible
Frozen, you left me immobile.
You moved
like the dancing sun
of an alcohol-fed congregation,
oblivious of your divinity,
-right there.
These money clad, dancing vampires,
I offer their cigarettes to you
to cover the stronger scent of maples
in your nostrils
Far from incense,
but close to human sacrifice
They are ignorant of your miracles,
your face out of sight
to their blind blind headlights
They breathe for you now.
Right here,
your most beloved patron dances
the slowest dance he’s ever done
You hear the music, funneling
through telephone wires, fiber optics,
receivers, antennae, and what-not
along cities, continents, and oceans.
Right there, I dance with you
Right here, you dance with me
a dance to last for years
unknown, unnumbered, undocumented-
through computer screens.
