We Dance Alone
 

We both know what is happening

Where this is going

No need to rush

This is our time.

It’s long past midnight.

Still the unbearable swelter

Soft jazz on the radio

I stand—take your hand

Even in the dim candlelight

I can see your form

Through soaked cotton

Now transparent.

You catch me starring

I look away

You feign a frown

And then you grin.

We join our hands

And gently move to the music.

I can feel your warmth

Smell the wine on your breath.

My heart is pounding

You excite me still

My hands on your shoulders

And through your damp curls.

You hold me tight

With all of your strength

As though you fear

My imminent departure.

I’m surprised to find   

A tear trails your cheek.

I wipe it

You hold my hand to your face.

Then you move my touch

To your breasts

My eyes fix on your eyes  

Deep-lingering-meaningful.

We say nothing—but hear everything

An inept fan can not chill

Our now bare bodies.

Then a subtle kiss.

I hear bells

Ignore it—the phone

This is our night

We dance alone.