Touch

a wicked smooth floor, lovely planks shining beneath my feet no shadow but my own, no voice but the music forcing my hips into movement, my body leans and there is a person, someone to lean into, forget about commitment, heartbreak or yearning, lean into that beat, that new smell, a different groove. somewhere there's another heart like mine, but not here, not now, and there's nowhere to go but back to motown, drowning in rhythm, swimming in smiles. thank you for not touching me like i'm something so fuckable. thank you for the high fives, to remind me that laughter exists.