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Bright blue eyes.

“Wanna dance?”

Hands meet–warm, uncertain,

holding questions both real and imagined. 

What’s your name?

Where you from? 

Do you feel lost too?

Music wraps around us, 

a pulse of hope and doubt

guides each step we take. 

It’s just a dance.

So dance, let the moment hold what words can’t.

Overcome with laughter, disco lights stretching, boots slipping. 

I almost fear the goodbye lingering at the edge of the dance floor.

Your hand tightens, a quiet reminder–we’re not done yet. 

So I can imagine once more, I know I shouldn’t.

In your ocean eyes, my reflection surfaces,

no longer drowning, as you dip me

and ask “One more?”